#we need klaus in a sweater

[laurrelise]

klaus in a sweater klaus in a sweater klaus in a sweater holy fuck is it hot in here

i’m literally not apologizing this is one of the finest men i’ve ever seen in my life

[wholoveseggs]

Snow Queen

18+ ---- {Masterlist} {Tag-List}{Five Days of Fluffmas}

{Klaus Mikaelson x Reader} When Hope demands you help her build a snowman, Klaus reluctantly helps, crafting memories as warm as the love that binds their family together...

♡♡Happy Fluffmas♡♡

1.2 words - Warnings: flufffff, snowman building turned snow queen masterpiece, soft and affectionate Klaus, Hope's adorable enthusiasm && sweet kisses...

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"Daddy!!!" Hope's little voice rang through the compound, echoing down the halls.

Klaus smiled to himself, he knew what this was about. He'd been hearing about the impending snowstorm for days now and was prepared for Hope's enthusiasm.

"Daddy!!!!! Y/n!!!!" she called again.

"In the study, Hope," he answered.

He watched as his little girl raced around the corner, cheeks rosy with excitement. Her hair was pulled back into pigtails, her favorite red and white plaid shirt on underneath her sweater. Klaus knew how much Hope loved the snow, she had since she was a baby, so he was not surprised when she announced, "It's snowing, Daddy!"

He smiled, "So I've heard. Did you need something, little wolf?"

"I wanna go make a snowman!" Hope declared. "Please, daddy. Can we go make one? Please?"

You were snuggled up next to Klaus on the couch, a book open in your lap, and looked over at him. You knew he was in a mood today, but also knew how hard it was for him to tell Hope no. You had a feeling you knew where this was headed.

"I'm not sure, love. It's awfully cold outside."

"But...but it's the first snowfall of the year," Hope pouted, looking down at her shoes. "Please, daddy. We have to make a snowman."

"Have to?" Klaus chuckled. "I'm not sure anyone should ever have to make a snowman."

Hope stuck her lip out and pouted, and you swore you saw tears forming in her eyes. Klaus saw it too, and you knew he was close to giving in. He never could resist his little girl.

"If your dad won't help, I will," you said, putting your book down. "What do you say, Hope? Want to go make a snowman with me?"

Her little eyes lit up, a huge smile spreading across her face. She nodded vigorously, clapping her hands.

"Alright then, get your jacket, scarf, and gloves, and we'll head outside."

"Okay!" She exclaimed, turning to race down the hall.

Klaus chuckled, watching her go. He leaned over, kissing the top of your head.

"I'll get you for this, love," he teased.

"Hmm...promises, promises," you smirked, kissing him on the lips.

You found Hope struggling to get her jacket on, her fingers fumbling with the buttons. You knelt down, taking her little hands in yours, and helped her get her coat on, buttoning it up.

"I could've done it," she insisted. She was so much like her father.

"I know, sweetheart, but the faster you get ready, the sooner we can go outside." You explained, helping her into her boots.

You pulled her mittens on her hands, making sure they were snug, before putting her hat and scarf on. Hope's cheeks were flushed with excitement and she giggled when you kissed her nose.

"All set?" you asked, holding out your hand.

"Yes, let's go!!" she said, grabbing your hand and tugging you toward the door.

Klaus followed behind, smiling at the sight. He was wrapped up in his own coat, scarf, and gloves, and the three of you made your way to the door.

As soon as the front door opened, Hope raced outside, her little feet carrying her to the yard. She started jumping up and down, her mittened hands grabbing fistfuls of snow and tossing it into the air.

You and Klaus stepped out into the yard, watching as Hope ran around, laughing. The snow had just started to fall, but there was already a thick layer on the ground. You smiled at her innocence, soaking up her joy.

Klaus walked up beside you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. He was smiling too, enjoying the moment.

"You've got her all riled up now," Klaus teased, his voice soft but laced with affection. 

"Admit it," you said, leaning into him. "You're enjoying this too."

"Perhaps," he replied, his lips curving into a small, begrudging smile.

"Daddy, Y/n, come on!" Hope's voice interrupted your moment. She was already rolling a small snowball across the yard, determined to start the base of her snowman. "We need to make the biggest snowman ever!"

Klaus sighed, feigning exasperation. "The things I do for this family," he muttered, stepping forward to help her. 

You followed, watching as Klaus knelt beside Hope, gently helping her shape the growing snowball. His gloved hands were careful yet efficient, and soon the base of the snowman was nearly as tall as Hope herself. 

"Now we need another one for the belly," Hope declared, pointing to you. "You can do this one, Y/n!"

You grinned and knelt down, starting to roll your own snowball. "On it, boss." 

Klaus watched you with amusement, his eyes softening as you worked. It wasn’t often he let himself get lost in simple family moments like this, but today he allowed it. 

When the second ball was ready, Klaus helped you lift it onto the base, his hands brushing against yours as he steadied the snow. The contact made your cheeks flush, and you caught his knowing smirk as he stepped back.

"Not bad," he said. "But we're far from done. A snowman deserves proper arms, doesn't it?"

Hope gasped. "Not just arms! She needs to be a snow queen! A magical snow queen!"

Klaus raised an eyebrow, a sly grin tugging at his lips. "A queen, you say? Well then, we shall make her worthy of the title." 

For the next hour, the three of you worked together, crafting the most elaborate snow queen the Mikaelson family had ever seen. Klaus took his task far too seriously, hunting for perfect twigs for arms and critiquing every berry Hope placed in the crown. 

"She needs balance, darling," he said, moving one berry half an inch to the left. 

"Daddy, you're being silly!" Hope giggled, shaking her head. 

You couldn’t help but laugh too, watching Klaus fuss over the details. He claimed to be indulging Hope, but it was clear he was enjoying himself just as much. 

When the snow queen was finally complete, Klaus took a step back and crossed his arms, admiring their work. "A masterpiece," he declared. "Fit for royalty, indeed."

Hope clapped her hands and twirled in delight. "She's perfect! Thank you, Daddy! Thank you, Y/n!"

Klaus bent into an exaggerated bow before the snow queen, earning a burst of laughter from Hope. "Your Majesty," he said solemnly, "it has been an honor."

You laughed, shaking your head at his theatrics. "I think you've outdone yourself, Klaus."

He straightened, his gaze lingering on you for a moment longer than necessary. "Only for the two of you," he murmured softly, his voice low enough that only you could hear. 

Your heart fluttered, and before you could stop yourself, you leaned in and kissed him. It was quick and sweet, but it was enough to send warmth flooding through you despite the chill in the air. 

"Ewwww," Hope groaned, covering her eyes. "Kissing is gross!"

You pulled back, laughing, while Klaus chuckled, his hand resting at the small of your back. 

"Not always," he teased, stealing another kiss from you.

Hope made a face, sticking her tongue out in disgust. "I'm gonna make a snow angel," she announced, flopping down onto her back and kicking her legs.

You and Klaus shared a grin, both watching her fondly. The snow was falling lightly, and the world seemed quieter, somehow.

"I love you," Klaus whispered, his lips brushing against your ear.

"I love you, too," you replied, smiling.

And as the snow continued to fall, the three of you laughed and played, the cold forgotten in the warmth of love and family. For Klaus, there was no greater joy than that.

[immeasurablesaladagere]

love the headcanonss!! Could you write a fic about viktor getting upset over dysphoria and shutting down please?? :)) no pressure, just when you have time!! Thanks salad!!

Here you go! We're ignoring all of canon timeline for this to make sense, I just want them to be getting along and in the mansion so shhhh

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Word Count: 1136

Summery: Viktor is regressed and struggling with dysphoria. Klaus helps by giving him the boy-est of boy experiences: playing in the mud.

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Today was an icky day, Viktor decided as he looked at his reflection in the mirror of his bedroom. He knew he should cover it up with a blanket, that’s what big-him did when looking in the mirror made him feel bad, but he couldn’t help but stare at himself. He had woken up regressed and floaty, so he got into his comfy little clothes; a brown sweater with a puppy on it, black shorts, and mis-matching white and blue socks. He didn’t feel so floaty anymore. His legs looked too big in the shorts and he didn’t wanna wear his binder because it hurt, so he could see the faint outline off his chest under the sweater.

He didn’t look like a boy. Even his face didn’t look like a boy’s face. He didn’t really look like a kid either, he looked like a tired adult like Diego and Allison. His haircut helped a little, but it wasn’t good enough. 

Other people probably wouldn’t think he was a boy if they saw him. That made something in his chest hurt. He didn’t really know why, because when he was actually little he didn’t care about that, but it made him sad now. Did his siblings think he was a boy when they saw him? The thought of them not thinking he was a boy made him feel even worse, because he loved them and he cared what they thought way more than random people. 

He needed an answer. He tore his eyes away from the mirror and walked down the hallway, scanning doors for anyone who might be around. His sibling’s rooms were all open and empty, which meant they were either staying somewhere else or having breakfast in the kitchen, so he decided to stop there next. 

The rest of the mansion seemed to be empty on his way down to the kitchen, which made him feel a little nervous. What if there was no one to look after him or talk to? He supposed he could talk to Pogo or Mama Grace, but they wouldn’t understand him. Pogo was too old for that and Mama Grace was a robot, so she didn’t know.

To his relief, someone was home. Sitting with their legs swung up on the kitchen table and eating a piece of plain toast was Klaus, reading something on their phone.

“Um… Klaus?”

Klaus looked up from their phone, took one look at his outfit, and gave him a big grin. “Well good morning, kiddo! Wake up small?”

Viktor nodded. He stared at the floor and fiddled with the hem of his sweater. “Klaus, I… have a question.” 

Klaus turned to give them their full attention, smile turning into a curious look. “Sure buddy, go ahead. I mean, as long as it’s not about the Birds and the Bees I—“

“Do you guys actually think I’m a boy?” He blurted. He could barely bring himself to look at Klaus’ reaction. They looked surprised, and Viktor didn’t know if that was a good or bad thing. Hopefully it wasn’t bad. He bit his bottom lip to stop it from wobbling.

After a moment of silence Klaus snapped out of their stunned daze. “Oh buddy, of course we do! What mean thoughts brought this on, honey?”

Klaus seemed like they were telling the truth, but he still didn’t feel better. “I don’t… feel like a real boy. I don’t look like one, an’ I don’t really do boy stuff.”

Klaus got up from the table and bent down in front of him. “Well now that’s just not true! I’m looking at you and I see the handsomest boy in the world. And what’s “boy stuff”?”

Viktor thought about it for second, then shrugged sheepishly. “I dunno… playin’ with cars an’ in dirt or something?”

“Playing in dirt, hm?” Klaus rubbed their chin dramatically, like they were thinking really hard. “I have an idea,” They said with a cheeky grin, “How about you get your swim trunks on and a shirt you’re okay with getting dirty, then come meet me in the courtyard, ok?”

“Oh, um… Ok.”

-

When he went out into the courtyard, dressed in his fishy swim trunks and black rashguard, the sun was bright and warm. It had been sad and rainy for the last few days, so Viktor was glad to see the it come out. Klaus was dressed in their own swim trunks and had a sprinkler and hose in their arms and a big bag of dirt at their feet.

“What are we doing?” Viktor asked curiously.

“You’ll see! Patience, grasshopper.” They said. They connected the hose to the nearby faucet and turned it on, creating a little river in the grass. Next, they grabbed the bag of dirt and tore it open. Viktor’s eyes widened as they dumped the entire bag onto the ground. Were they allowed to do that?

Klaus began spraying the pile with the hose, turning the loose dirt into a soupy puddle. Once they were satisfied they connected the hose to the sprinkler. “You, my friend, are about to experience the boy-est of all activities! Playing in the mud!” 

Viktor shrieked as the sprinkler sprayed him with cold hose water and he scrambled away through the muddy puddle, getting it all over his feet. He stared at them, then up at Klaus. Was this okay?

“That’s the spirit!” They encouraged, and to Viktor’s shock, they dropped back-first into the mud without hesitation. “C’mon little bro! Join me, you know you want to!”

He smiled. It did look kinda fun. He inched closer to the puddle and squeaked in surprise as Klaus’ muddy hand grabbed his own and pulled him in with them. He gasped as the cold mud splashed all over him, getting onto his hands, legs, face, everywhere. 

A small smile grew on his face, because he was being so bad right now. Dad would have yelled at him for making a mess, for being so unladylike. The thought made him feel like he was full of electricity. He felt so free, so happy, sitting in a puddle of muck in the courtyard. He looked up at Klaus, grinning widely.

“Mud fight!” He cried, and splashed a handful of mud onto them.

“Oh, you’re on kiddo!”

-

Viktor didn’t know how long they spent outside splashing each other and making mud pies with rocks and leaves, but by the time they were finished they were both covered in mud from head-to-toe. It was in his hair, in his ears, under his nails, and he couldn’t have been happier.

“Alright, quick! Get in the shower before Pogo catches us!” Klaus hurried, and Viktor ran off with a giggle, leaving a trail of muddy footprints behind him.

“…Before Pogo catches us doing what, Master Klaus?”

[cabinofimagines]

Start Chat

It is time for the holidays this year! This time we got some special flavour that we invented ourself >:-)

-Asnyox

Start chat

The Le-Gou-Lash Bash

Magnus

How’s everyone? This gc kinda died two weeks into November.

Will

The gc isn’t as dead as you are, Magnus. Besides we got a bunch of flu cases here at camp (curse the Nosoi).

Will

Magnus

That’s no-soi nice to say. Whatever those things are. 

Next time you see me you better be prepared to suffer, Chase.

nvm

Nico just laughed, you can take this one

Jason

Nico laughed and I wasn’t there to see it? Unbelievable

Will

Well if you weren’t hanging around CJ all the time- I can’t blame you tbh it’s probably a lot less hectic than here

Jason

Yeah CJ is pretty quiet, but there’s no fun though. Talked to Leo last week nd apparently I am missing “all the holiday events that matter”

Magnus

Sounds rough, I know there’s going to be a bunch of holiday stuff at Valhalla

Jason

How big is the chance that it will spark joy?

Magnus

It will spark something for sure, I do not want to join sleighing to the death 101 this year

Jason

SLEIGHING?? I’ve never done that

Magnus

Will

sleighing to the death??? What?

Too bad I kinda hate going to these events 

unless…

Hey, you all think we could swap places?

Magnus I need to go sleighing it will put me one up to Leo

Jason

Like people wouldn’t notice? We le-goulashed them up at halloween anyways

Will

I volunteer as tribute to go to CJ

Finally some rest

Magnus

Dunno what CJ is but uuh that means I should go to your place, Will?

Will

Ye, I will tell Nico about it and make sure u don’t get forced into infirmary duty. 

Magnus

Oh I can heal if needed uuh is Percy going to be there

Need to make sure that I don’t tell him Klaus isn’t Santa or whatever right

Will

I am not sure where percy is, last time I saw him he seemed busy

Will

Jason

IM GOING SLEIGHING!!! oh but Will can you make sure the bobs are okay

bobs? as in haircuts?

Jason 

No, I got a few friends all named bob at CJ. Just let them know where i’m at that should be good. 

Magnus

Will

okay…? 

I have no chores for you Grace just stay away from sharp objects, and uh… if you see an animal hanging out in my room don’t kill it or kick it out that’s Alex.

Jason

You mean the girl that was terrorizing us for halloween? i have to share room with her??

Magnus

It’s actually a yearly thing? the whole terrorizing strangers— well you know what, forget it I tell Alex myself, don’t worry. Also do NOT pet the giant squirrel, he can and will make you cry

Jason

Got it! Kinda. You guys are weird but then again my best friend dresses up his bronze dragon depending on the holidays and forces me to pose in the pictures with him so idk why i act surprised

Will

Nico says he needs to see the pictures, for research

Jason

Nico isn’t allowed to see them until he sends me one SMILING

Will

Nico says he’ll hack your phone when you’re not looking

Magnus

Just told Alex n’ friends, Jason, make sure you bring a whole bag of chocolate so the doorman doesn’t kick you outta my floor and also what do you mean he’s got a dragon

Jason

There’s one at Camp Half-blood too so don’t worry, anyway gotta go pack!!! sweaters and socks!!

Will

You made a child very happy today, Chase

Magnus

He’s like ten years older than me

Will

Mentally the romans are **fuzzy static noise**

Magnus

Am I supposed to know what that means

Will

Don’t worry about it, I’m the one spending my holidays there, I’ll probably be bored out of my mind, unless the bobs are like a really good group of country music, but I doubt it— Sigh.

End chat.

Magnus

Good luck soldier

I gotta go get clothes for hot weather, i guess

[countessviolet]

Family on Fire - Ch. 1 - Morning Commute

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The Baudelaire siblings bustled quickly from their makeshift attic bedroom, shrugging on coats and boots as they prepared to sneak down the decrepit steps and out the even more decrepit house.

"You have —" Klaus panted as he struggled into a sweater, fighting with his glasses as the rough material scratched at his skin. "Study Hall first period, right?"

"Yeah," Violet responded as she finished putting Sunny's tiny beanie on her head. They hoped their neighbor, Justice Strauss, would be able to look after Sunny while the eldest Baudelaires were at school. Since their move into the dilapidated House of Eyes, their kindly neighbor had been more than helpful with getting the Baudelaire's adjusted to their new circumstances, whether it was lending them books or keeping Sunny. Violet and Klaus readily agreed they would leave her in a sewer before they left them alone with their strange, often drunk or hungover guardian. Violet led the way down the rotting staircase, having mesmerized the noisiest portions of stairs, a necessary inkling of information to avoid their wayward guardian's tyranny. They did not have the luxury to deal with his jabs and unreasonable demands this morning. Well, any morning really, but today they were exceptionally pressed for time. After all, when one's guardian kept the entire household awake with play practice, or whatever Count Olaf and his theatre troupe were doing until the wee hours of the morning.

Good fortune seemed to be on their side as they neared the end of the stairs, the front door a glowing, abet dusty, beacon that signified that the day might be saved yet.

And then Count Olaf stepped around the corner, long legs crossed casually at the ankles as he very intentionally blocked his wards' escape.

"Hello, hello, hello," he greeted cheekily, sneering as they jolted, the sight of their pitiful figures giving him a bolt of energy. "Count Olaf," Klaus greeted with clear irritation. "We need to get going so if you wouldn't mind—" “Has being an orphan for three months completely stifled your manners?” the Count inquired mockingly, giving the boy a sick twitch of a smirk. “What would your parents think?

Quickly, and with as passive an expression as she could muster, Violet prevented her brother from shouting at their guardian and/or from bounding down the stairs to him by prodding Sunny into his arms. Klaus was still very defensive when it came to the subject of their parents. Violet had learned to internalize the pain from Count Olaf’s stabbing reminders of their loss.

“Good morning, Count Olaf,” Violet greeted as she stepped around her siblings, putting even less distance between themselves and their dreadful guardian.

“Much better,” the Count remarked with a wink. Violet managed to hide her wince of discomfort.

“Yes, well," she said, carefully clearing her throat. "We’re going to be late for school as it is so if you'll please—”

Olaf scoffed, the action so exaggerated the Baudelaires could see coffee-mixed-spit fly from his mouth. "School," he mocked in a high-pitched voice, leaning against the banister. "Such a waste of time. I never finished school and look at me now!"

The Baudelaires were well aware from past situations with the Count that a sudden change in his posture following a great exclamation warranted a bout of praise and applause, or so Olaf had told them before.

"Yes," Klaus falsely agreed, his nose slightly wrinkled.

"Bort," Sunny babbled, meaning something along the lines of: "Don't you dare sneer at educated people, you lout!"

Violet took the smallest step forward, shoulders squared. "Count Olaf, you recall Mr. Poe's recent requirement for him to consider allowing us access - "

"To your glorious fortune that should have been handed over to me the second I became you brats' guardian? Of course I recall!" Count Olaf finished with a snarl. "Perfect grades and attendance for the selfish orphans!" he continued with heavy mockery. "As if feeding, clothing and housing you wasn't enough."

"You've barely done any of those things in the three months we've been here!" Klaus shouted from behind Violet who turned and begged with wide eyes for him to stop.

"Oh, I've done more than you, mouthy brat," Olaf shouted back, his frame solidifying. "All you've done is complain!" "Anyone who stayed in this house an hour would understand why!" he roared back, placing Sunny on the stairs behind him. "You give us lists of chores every day but destroy all progress we make the very same day! You threaten us with bodily harm constantly and make life generally unbearable!" "Oh, you little - " "Klaus!"

"Temp!" Sunny cheered, meaning: "Make him cry, Klaus!"

Violet had no choice but to press herself into the wall as her brother and godawful legally-appointed guardian faced each other, their sneers equal in malice.

"You're not a guardian," Klaus growled. "You're a tyrant with an alcohol problem and a complete disgrace to the entertainment industry!"

In a flash, Count Olaf had his hand intertwined in Klaus's sweater, yanking him down to his level until their foreheads threatened to collide. "I'm going to rip your eyes from your skull you son of a - "

"Count Olaf!" Olaf and the Baudelaires shot around to find none other than an agape Mr. Poe standing in the entryway, just behind the Count's most recognizable henchman, the Hook-Handed man. His expression was slack, pity mixed with second-hand embarrassment clear on his scarred face. Hanging from his signature hooks were what appeared to be several plastic-wrapped costumes.

Mr. Poe quickly recovered, marching into the house with purpose.

"Oh, Mr. Money - Poe!" Count Olaf corrected quickly. "This is not what it looks like!" The banker glared at the wirey fingers still woven into Klaus's collar. The Count released him, making a show of trying to smooth out his clothes before the young teen slapped his hand away.

"Well, it's more what I heard that ignites my concern, Count Olaf," the banker spoke as he covered a light cough in his ever-present handkerchief.

Olaf turned to his associate, his eyes hardening. "Why are you letting people into my house!"

"He just sort of followed me, boss!" the hooked-handed man said, struggling as the costumes danced from his flailing arms. "Said he wanted to make sure himself the Baudelaires made it to school, something about a requirement to - "

"The glorious Baudelaire fortune, yes I know!" he hissed at his associate with malice.

“Yes, well, that's what we were trying to do until -" Klaus's explanation was silenced by Count Olaf's purposeful but well-hidden shove. T

he young scholar landed beside his baby sister with a thud, his kidneys and spine aching from the impact. Violet ducked under Olaf's arm to her brother's aid, glaring at the Count's back.

"But of course they're going to make it to school!" the Count practically sang, wrapping an arm around the banker's shoulders and spinning him around before he had a chance to protest. A quick eye-cut to the hooked-handed man sent him sprinting to the living room, costumes raised high to protect them from ruin. "Surely you know I'm nothing but interested in my wards' education, yes?" Olaf inquired through a forced smile. From the stairs, the Baudelaires picked themselves up, brushing dirt off their wrinkled school clothes and watching the scene before them, annoyed that Count Olaf had once again managed to worm his way into the holes of Mr. Poe's logic before they could get a word in.

"But you...what you said to Klaus - "

"Just a dialogue suggestion for the next time he runs into bullies at school. I am an actor after all," the Count bragged, leaning closely into the banker's ear. "Between you and me, I hear they dunk him in the toilets in the girl's locker room. Poor kid needs all the help he can get."

"We can hear you!" Violet called out.

"Quiet dear, grown-ups are talking," Olaf returned. With a hum and a barely thorough glance back at the Baudelaires, the banker seemed almost contempt with the Count's explanation. "Well, as long as they get to school on time. The requirement -"

"For the fortune," Count Olaf forced out, teeth clenched. "I'm aware."

"Mr. Poe, wait!" Violet called out.

"Oh, don't fret, Violet," Mr. Poe said as Olaf straightened his hat and coat for him. "Of course I wouldn't leave without telling you all goodbye."

The Baudelaires watched in annoyed despair as Count Olaf practically waltzed their financial advisor right out the door.

"Goodbye Baudel - " Count Olaf spun towards his charges as the front door promptly slammed in the banker's face, annoyed and now exhausted from having to put on an act with a fleeting hangover. Damned brats did not consider how hard he had to work to steal their glorious fortune. "Well," he snarled with a toothy grin.

"I suppose I better get you brats to school, hmm?" The siblings stared frightfully at one another, unsure of which fate was worse: spending day after day in Count Olaf’s terrible home or getting in a moving vehicle with said man.

“Um,” Violet began, working through her initial shock. “That’s very…generous of you but we really—”

“I’m so full of love,” Olaf deadpanned, long neck twitching in the direction of the front door. "Now get."

"But Sunny - " Olaf groaned, the sound reminiscent of a wild animal or an incoming emergency siren. "Hooky!"

The Baudelaires flinched as the Count's handless associate came bounding into the living room. Olaf quickly grabbed Sunny from Klaus' arms and hung her by the back of her onesie on one of his hooks.

"There! Car, now!"

The Baudelaires wasted no time in finally easing past their guardian into the cool morning air. Instead of relief however, a thick dread filled them all. Mind you, this was the first time the Baudelaires had set foot in Count Olaf’s car. Violet, having a broad mind for mechanics, already knew it was far from safe for him and his troop, let alone three children. She could hear gears grinding whenever he parked and there was always a lingering burning smell, like oil or rubber, that followed him into the house. The inside, as the siblings found out, was just as concerning. The back seat, though roomy, was stained and ripped. There were only frayed strips of elastic where seatbelts were supposed to be.

“We could just make a run for it,” Klaus suggested.

"From the metal death trap or the human one?" Violet returned.

“Oh, good morning children!” The Baudelaires turned to see Justice Strauss strutting across the street, perky despite the early hour. "Is everything alright?" the kind but often ignorant judge inquired. "You're running a bit behind today."

"Everything's fine!" Count Olaf exclaimed as he came bounding into the driveway, placing tight grips on the eldest Baudelaires' shoulders.

"Oh, Count Olaf," Justice Strauss greeted with an air of surprise. "I...wasn't expecting you this early."

"None of us were," Klaus grumbled.

Olaf's grin flickered a bit but he kept to his role. He was an actor after all, and right now he was playing the part of a concerned, stable guardian, even if he really, really, wanted to choke one of his charges.

"Well," He said through a clenched smile. "I just...lo...loo..."

The Baudelaires exchanged worried looks as Olaf struggled to release a certain four-letter word. Klaus finally released a loud cough in an attempt to pull the Count from his stutter.

"I...adore these brats—eh, children. I just have to spend as much time with them as possible," He said, looking greener than he had a moment before. The Baudelaires rolled their eyes at the very obviously false garbage their guardian just spat out, but their law-abiding neighbor did not seem to catch on.

"Well, it's very nice to see you all getting along," the judge offered despite Klaus and Violet's obvious discomfort. Before either of the siblings could respond, the Count steered them back towards the car.

“Welp,” Count Olaf said as twirled the keys around one finger. “Hop in.”

The siblings exchanged worried glances before reluctantly sliding into the back, sitting together as tightly as possible as Olaf jerked the wheel, speeding into the street where he narrowly missed hitting several parked cars and a couple walking their dog.

“Oh my gah—” Klaus exclaimed as he and Violet whirled around in the back, gripping any piece of the car that felt stable.

"So..." Violet inquired hoarsely. "Just for conversation's sake, when was the last time you had your car serviced?" Olaf looked up at her through the rearview mirror but supplied no answer.

"Oil change, brake test?" she offered.

"Airbags tested," Klaus added as the car went over another hurdle in the road. It was surprising how a public road could have so many dents and injuries.

Olaf shrugged as he rounded a left-hand corner, narrowly missing hitting a car that very legally had the right-a-way. Ahead, several traffic lights began to change from green to yellow, falsely giving the Baudelaires hope that he would abide by the laws put in place and slow down. Violet and Klaus were subsequently forced back as he sped through the quickly changing red lights, earning the ire and blaring horns from several vehicles.

"Slow down, you animals!" Olaf shouted out the window. To Violet and Klaus' increasing horror, he turned his lanky body awkwardly around in his seat to look at both of them. "First rule of the road, watch out for idiots," he instructed.

“You're driving on the sidewalk!” Klaus gasped, gripping Violet for dear life. The Count glanced away for them to the road.

"Oh!" he exclaimed as he jerked the car back on the road, narrowly missing a fire hydrant. "That could have been nasty."

Violet looked around the rapidly moving exterior. Rows upon rows of high-class houses passed in one mass blur. She could just make out the home’s occupants—school children the parents that were seeing them off—scurrying into their and their neighbor’s yards for protection.

"The speed limit is 35 in this area," The young inventor gasped.

The Count scoffed in response. "Speed limits are suggestions," he said, his grin widening. "Oh, that's good advice."

"Here's some more," Klaus said as he clutched onto the shoulders of the seat in front of him. "Slow down."

"Yes, I'm teaching you orphans valuable skills and getting you to school on time, I'm brilliant!" Count Olaf cackled, the exaggerated gesture causing him to once again distract his hands and eyes. Mr. Poe would love this! Him, a brilliant and humble actor, building three grubby children into perfect pillars of his greatness. Yes, he'd have a massive check written out in no time -

"Watch the road!" Klaus and Violet shouted out.

The Baudelaire siblings bustled quickly from their makeshift attic bedroom, shrugging on coats and boots as they prepared to sneak down the decrepit steps and out the even more decrepit house.

"You have —" Klaus panted as he struggled into a sweater, fighting with his glasses as the rough material scratched at his skin. "Study Hall first period, right?"

"Yeah," Violet responded as she finished putting Sunny's tiny beanie on her head. They hoped their neighbor, Justice Strauss, would be able to look after Sunny while the eldest Baudelaires were at school. Since their move into the dilapidated house of eyes, their kindly neighbor had been more than helpful with getting the Baudelaire's adjusted to their new circumstances, whether it was lending them books or keeping Sunny. Violet and Klaus readily agreed they would leave her in a sewer before they left them alone with their strange, often drunk or hungover guardian.

Violet led the way down the rotting staircase, having mesmerized the noisiest portions of stairs, a necessary inkling of information to avoid their wayward guardian's tyranny. They did not have the luxury to deal with his jabs and unreasonable demands this morning. Well, any morning really, but today they were exceptionally pressed for time. After all, when one's guardian kept the entire household awake with play practice, or whatever Count Olaf and his theatre troupe were doing until the wee hours of the morning.

Good fortune seemed to be on their side as they neared the end of the stairs, the front door a glowing, abet dusty, beacon that signified that the day might be saved yet. And then Count Olaf stepped around the corner, long legs crossed casually at the ankles as he very intentionally blocked his wards' escape.

"Hello, hello, hello," he greeted cheekily, sneering as they jolted, the sight of their pitiful figures giving him a bolt of energy.

"Count Olaf," Klaus greeted with clear irritation. "We need to get going so if you wouldn't mind—"

“Has being an orphan for three months completely stifled your manners?” the Count inquired mockingly, giving the boy a sick twitch of a smirk. “What would your parents think?

Quickly, and with as passive an expression as she could muster, Violet prevented her brother from shouting at their guardian and/or from bounding down the stairs to him by prodding Sunny into his arms. Klaus was still very defensive when it came to the subject of their parents. Violet had learned to internalize the pain from Count Olaf’s stabbing reminders of their loss.

“Good morning, Count Olaf,” Violet greeted as she stepped around her siblings, putting even less distance between themselves and their dreadful guardian.

“Much better,” the Count remarked with a wink. Violet managed to hide her wince of discomfort.

“Yes, well," she said, carefully clearing her throat. "We’re going to be late for school as it is so if you'll please—” Olaf scoffed, the action so exaggerated the Baudelaires could see coffee-mixed-spit fly from his mouth.

"School," he mocked in a high-pitched voice, leaning against the banister. "Such a waste of time. I never finished school and look at me now!"

The Baudelaires were well aware from past situations with the Count that a sudden change in his posture following a great exclamation warranted a bout of praise and applause, or so Olaf had told them before.

"Yes," Klaus falsely agreed, his nose slightly wrinkled.

"Bort," Sunny babbled, meaning something along the lines of: "Don't you dare sneer at educated people, you lout!"

Violet took the smallest step forward, shoulders squared. "Count Olaf, you recall Mr. Poe's recent requirement for him to consider allowing us access - "

"To your glorious fortune that should have been handed over to me the second I became you brats' guardian? Of course I recall!" Count Olaf finished with a snarl. "Perfect grades and attendance for the selfish orphans!" he continued with heavy mockery. "As if feeding, clothing and housing you wasn't enough."

"You've barely done any of those things in the three months we've been here!" Klaus shouted from behind Violet who turned and begged with wide eyes for him to stop.

"Oh, I've done more than you, mouthy brat," Olaf shouted back, his frame solidifying. "All you've done is complain!"

"Anyone who stayed in this house an hour would understand why!" he roared back, placing Sunny on the stairs behind him. "You give us lists of chores every day but destroy all progress we make the very same day! You threaten us with bodily harm constantly and make life generally unbearable!"

"Oh, you little - "

"Klaus!"

"Temp!" Sunny cheered, meaning: "Make him cry, Klaus!"

Violet had no choice but to press herself into the wall as her brother and godawful legally-appointed guardian faced each other, their sneers equal in malice.

"You're not a guardian," Klaus growled. "You're a tyrant with an alcohol problem and a complete disgrace to the entertainment industry!"

In a flash, Count Olaf had his hand intertwined in Klaus's sweater, yanking him down to his level until their foreheads threatened to collide.

"I'm going to rip your eyes from your skull you son of a - "

"Count Olaf!"

Olaf and the Baudelaires shot around to find none other than an agape Mr. Poe standing in the entryway, just behind the Count's most recognizable henchman, the Hook-Handed man. His expression was slack, pity mixed with second-hand embarrassment clear on his scarred face. Hanging from his signature hooks were what appeared to be several plastic-wrapped costumes.

Mr. Poe quickly recovered, marching into the house with purpose.

"Oh, Mr. Money - Poe!" Count Olaf corrected quickly. "This is not what it looks like!"

The banker glared at the wirey fingers still woven into Klaus's collar. The Count released him, making a show of trying to smooth out his clothes before the young teen slapped his hand away.

"Well, it's more what I heard that ignites my concern, Count Olaf," the banker spoke as he covered a light cough in his ever-present handkerchief. Olaf turned to his associate, his eyes hardening.

"Why are you letting people into my house!"

"He just sort of followed me, boss!" the hooked-handed man said, struggling as the costumes danced from his flailing arms. "Said he wanted to make sure himself the Baudelaires made it to school, something about a requirement to - "

"The glorious Baudelaire fortune, yes I know!" he hissed at his associate with malice.

“Yes, well, that's what we were trying to do until -" Klaus's explanation was silenced by Count Olaf's purposeful but well-hidden shove. The young scholar landed beside his baby sister with a thud, his kidneys and spine aching from the impact. Violet ducked under Olaf's arm to her brother's aid, glaring at the Count's back.

"But of course they're going to make it to school!" the Count practically sang, wrapping an arm around the banker's shoulders and spinning him around before he had a chance to protest. A quick eye-cut to the hooked-handed man sent him sprinting to the living room, costumes raised high to protect them from ruin.

"Surely you know I'm nothing but interested in my wards' education, yes?" Olaf inquired through a forced smile.

From the stairs, the Baudelaires picked themselves up, brushing dirt off their wrinkled school clothes and watching the scene before them, annoyed that Count Olaf had once again managed to worm his way into the holes of Mr. Poe's logic before they could get a word in.

"But you…what you said to Klaus - "

"Just a dialogue suggestion for the next time he runs into bullies at school. I am an actor after all," the Count bragged, leaning closely into the banker's ear. "Between you and me, I hear they dunk him in the toilets in the girl's locker room. Poor kid needs all the help he can get."

"We can hear you!" Violet called out.

"Quiet dear, grown-ups are talking," Olaf returned.

With a hum and a barely thorough glance back at the Baudelaires, the banker seemed almost contempt with the Count's explanation.

"Well, as long as they get to school on time. The requirement -"

"For the fortune," Count Olaf forced out, teeth clenched. "I'm aware."

"Mr. Poe, wait!" Violet called out.

"Oh, don't fret, Violet," Mr. Poe said as Olaf straightened his hat and coat for him. "Of course I wouldn't leave without telling you all goodbye."

The Baudelaires watched in annoyed despair as Count Olaf practically waltzed their financial advisor right out the door.

"Goodbye Baudel - "

Count Olaf spun towards his charges as the front door promptly slammed in the banker's face, annoyed and now exhausted from having to put on an act with a fleeting hangover. Damned brats did not consider how hard he had to work to steal their glorious fortune.

"Well," he snarled with tooth grin. "I suppose I better get you brats to school, hmm?"

The siblings stared frightfully at one another, unsure of which fate was worse: spending day after day in Count Olaf’s terrible home or getting in a moving vehicle with said man.

“Um,” Violet began, working through her initial shock. “That’s very…generous of you but we really—”

“I’m so full of love,” Olaf deadpanned, long neck twitching in the direction of the front door. "Now get."

"But Sunny - "

Olaf groaned, the sound reminiscent of a wild animal or an incoming emergency siren.

"Hooky!"

The Baudelaires flinched as the Count's handless associate came bounding into the living room. Olaf quickly grabbed Sunny from Klaus' arms and hung her by the back of her onesie on one of his hooks.

"There! Car, now!"

The Baudelaires wasted no time in finally easing past their guardian into the cool morning air. Instead of relief however, a thick dread filled them all. Mind you, this was the first time the Baudelaires had set foot in Count Olaf’s car. Violet, having a broad mind for mechanics, already knew it was far from safe for him and his troop, let alone three children. She could hear gears grinding whenever he parked and there was always a lingering burning smell, like oil or rubber, that followed him into the house.

The inside, as the siblings found out, was just as concerning. The back seat, though roomy, was stained and ripped. There were only frayed strips of elastic where seatbelts were supposed to be.

“We could just make a run for it,” Klaus suggested.

"From the metal death trap or the human one?" Violet returned.

“Oh, good morning children!”

The Baudelaires turned to see Justice Strauss strutting across the street, perky despite the early hour.

"Is everything alright?" the kind but often ignorant judge inquired. "You're running a bit behind today."

"Everything's fine!" Count Olaf exclaimed as he came bounding into the driveway, placing tight grips on the eldest Baudelaires' shoulders.

"Oh, Count Olaf," Justice Strauss greeted with an air of surprise. "I…wasn't expecting you this early."

"None of us were," Klaus grumbled.

Olaf's grin flickered a bit but he kept to his role. He was an actor after all, and right now he was playing the part of a concerned, stable guardian, even if he really, really, wanted to choke one of his charges.

"Well," He said through a clenched smile. "I just…lo…loo…"

The Baudelaires exchanged worried looks as Olaf seemed to struggle releasing a certain four-letter word. Klaus finally released a loud cough in an attempt to pull the Count from his stutter.

"I…adore these brats—eh, children. I just have to spend as much time with them as possible," He said, looking greener than he had a moment before.

The Baudelaires rolled their eyes at the very obviously false garbage their guardian just spat out, but their law-abiding neighbor did not seem to catch on.

"Well, it's very nice to see you all getting along," the judge offered despite Klaus and Violet's obvious discomfort.

Before either of the siblings could respond, the Count steered them back towards the car.

“Welp,” Count Olaf said as twirled the keys around one finger. “Hop in.”

The siblings exchanged worried glances before reluctantly sliding into the back, sitting together as tightly as possible as Olaf jerked the wheel, speeding into the street where he narrowly missed hitting several parked cars and a couple walking their dog.

“Oh my gah—” Klaus exclaimed as he and Violet whirled around in the back, gripping any piece of the car that felt stable.

"So…" Violet inquired hoarsely. "Just for conversation's sake, when was the last time you had your car serviced?"

Olaf looked up at her through the rearview mirror but supplied no answer.

"Oil change, brake test?" she offered.

"Airbags tested," Klaus added as the car went over another hurdle in the road. It was surprising how a public road could have so many dents and injuries.

Olaf shrugged as he rounded a left-hand corner, narrowly missing hitting a car that very legally had the right-a-way.

Ahead, several traffic lights began to change from green to yellow, falsely giving the Baudelaires hope that he would abide by the laws put in place and slow down. Violet and Klaus were subsequently forced back as he sped through the quickly changing red lights, earning the ire and blaring horns from several vehicles.

"Slow down, you animals!" Olaf shouted out the window. To Violet and Klaus' increasing horror, he turned his lanky body awkwardly around in his seat to look at both of them.

"First rule of the road, watch out for idiots," he instructed.

“You're driving on the sidewalk!” Klaus gasped, gripping Violet for dear life.

The Count glanced away for them to the road.

"Oh!" he exclaimed as he jerked the car back on the road, narrowly missing a fire hydrant. "That could have been nasty."

Violet looked around the rapidly moving exterior. Rows upon rows of high-class houses passed in one mass blur. She could just make out the home’s occupants—school children the parents that were seeing them off—scurrying into their and their neighbor’s yards for protection.

"The speed limit is 35 in this area," The young inventor gasped.

The Count scoffed in response. "Speed limits are suggestions," he said, his grin widening. "Oh, that's good advice."

"Here's some more," Klaus said as he clutched onto the shoulders of the seat in front of him. "Slow down."

"Yes, I'm teaching you orphans valuable skills and getting you to school on time, I'm brilliant!" Count Olaf cackled, the exaggerated gesture causing him to once again distract his hands and eyes. Mr. Poe would love this! Him, a brilliant and humble actor, building three grubby children into perfect pillars of his greatness. Yes, he'd have a massive check written out in no time -

"Watch the road!" Klaus and Violet shouted out.

The Count's attention, thankfully, returned to the road just as he approached an angry red light. With a yelp matching the Baudelaires, he slammed on brakes. Though the car stopped, the echoing screech of metal hitting metal and Count Olaf's shoe going straight through the floorboard sent a new wave of terror through its occupants.

"What was that?" Klaus inquired carefully.

"Um," Olaf stuttered as he stared at the scattered remains of his car's brake system scattered on the asphalt under his shoe.

A series of angry horns resounded behind them. The traffic light above them had morphed into its signature green light.

"No don't—"

But Olaf had already slammed on the gas, soaring away from the angry drivers into a thankfully mostly empty stretch of road. It was a clear shot to the school now.

"For God's sake!" Klaus moaned as gravity pushed him further into his seat.

"Hey, a little gratitude would be nice!" Count Olaf barked.

"Oh yes!" Klaus shouted as he maneuvered himself to the middle of the car, leaning over the expansive front seat to glare at Olaf. "Thank you for forcing my sister and me into a car with no brakes! Thank you so much!"

"It had brakes when we started!"

"You blundering—"

Violet pushed herself between her brother and wayward guardian, tying her hair back with her faux silk ribbon as she tried to remember alternate braking features on cars.

"Oh good, Violet," the Count said. "You take the wheel while I kill your brother!"

"Take your foot off the gas, now!" she demanded.

The Count looked at her, flabbergasted at her flash of audacity. "Who do you think you are barking orders at —" Klaus and Violet both grabbed Olaf by the face and forced him to look forward. To all their growing horror, the car soared closer to a completely oblivious crossing guard escorting a hoard of pedestrians across the street.

"Emergency brake! Now! NOW!" Klaus exclaimed.

Olaf blinked, freed from his stupor to reach beside his seat to pull at the tool in question. However, the car's erratic speed did not change.

"Get your foot off the gas," Violet pleaded.

"My foot is not on the gas!" Olaf lifted his legs to his chin, holding them tightly as their doom eased closer.

The oldest Baudelaires flew into action—as well as someone could while the car they were trying to stop was threatening to collide with early morning traffic. Violet, after pushing Olaf as far as he would go against the door, banged her fist against the horn but not as much as a whimper echoed out. Of all the things in Count Olaf's metal deathtrap he called a car to not work…

Violet pushed aside the Count's legs and reached for the gas pedal, the sight of the zooming gravel below making her nauseous.

"It's stuck!"

"Of course it is!"

"What did I say about gratitude!"

Violet felt around until she found the problem: a loose bolt.

"Klaus, Olaf, pull on the brake while I fix this, hurry!"

The two men pulled with all their might, the brake not budging.

"Come on…"

"I'm too handsome to die like this!" Olaf exclaimed, the burst of emotion somehow enough that the brake loosened just as Violet loosened the gas pedal, sending the car to a screeching stop and its occupants into the spacious front seat.

"Ow," Violet moaned, having hit her head against the window when the vehicle settled.

"Is everyone okay?" the young inventor inquired as her head finally stopped spinning. Thankfully though, the car had stopped mere inches from the crosswalk, the near-catastrophe having gone unnoticed by the attendant and pedestrians. Count Olaf had pulled himself upright and was attempting to compose himself. Violet could make out a small tremble in his hands. Klaus had been sent into the back seat yet again, his glasses crooked on his pale face.

"Well…we made it."

Violet and Klaus looked out the window. Low and behold, their high school was waiting, and by the number of students still mulling about, they made it just in time.

"Wow," Violet said, genuinely surprised they made it at all and at how the car was still running.

"Hey!"

The three shouted and shot towards the driver's seat window where the crossing guard stood with a deep frown. She pointed at an unknown object in the car, the tip of her finger smudging the already dirty glass.

"None of you have your seat belts on!"

The three stared at the guard, exasperated, then at each other. Slowly, they re-strapped themselves in whatever their section of the car had as a seatbelt.

The guard, satisfied, left to yell at a group of children walking too fast across the crosswalk as the car's occupants continued to recover.

"Four minutes before first bell," Klaus sighed, attempting to fix a dent in his glass frame.

Count Olaf glanced out the passenger seat's window at the mass of students heading into the school.

"We made really good time." Klaus admitted, still so dazed it felt like the words had come from someone else entirely.

"Of course you did," the Count scoffed. "I couldn't have planned it any other way.

Violet groaned, stretching out their aching sore limbs as Violet struggled to get the passenger door open.

"Here," Olaf said when he noticed her, leaning over and pulling the door handle in just a way that the door opened with only a few loud pops.

"Oh," Violet replied, surprised at the Count's flash of consideration. He shrugged in reply.

"Let's go," Klaus whispered, urging his sister out of he car.

The Count seemed perfectly content to simply drive off, but Violet had yet to close the passenger door or move from the car at all. Her stillness was because she knew she was going to regret what she was going to do next. She could easily just leave things the way they were and continue to ignore him until Mr. Poe allowed him access to her fortune or she turned 18. However, it was apparent now that they could co-exist and work off each other. She didn't want to spend the next three years struggling and fighting for comfort. She didn't deserve that. Klaus and Sunny didn't deserve that. Maybe Olaf didn't either.

"Problem, orphan?" Olaf teased, though he was curious as to why she was holding them up.

"I…could look at the car later tonight. Perform that oil change and a few other things, if you want."

Olaf's eyebrow arched in suspicion. From the corner of her eye, Violet could see Klaus's head shoot up, his eyes wide with stunned terror.

"Just to make it safe enough to get us back and forth to school, and maybe the grocery store,"

Count Olaf scoffed. "Near-death experience stir up some more audacity, orphan?"

Violet crossed her arms and rested them on the rolled-down window, staring at her appointed guardian with discontent.

"I was just thinking Mr. Poe might be quite impressed if he saw you continuing to make an effort - "

"Starting to," Klaus corrected bitterly as he wiped his mouth.

"And," Violet continued, unperturbed, kept her stare on Count Olaf. "He might be encouraged to make sure we are plenty comfortable so you can continue those efforts, don't you think?"

Count Olaf's grin was diabolical, but Violet was satisfied he got onto the hint.

"Glad to see at least one of you brats is finally starting to cooperate," he said.

"My siblings will follow as long as you cooperate," Violet returned, stepping away from the car. "Do we have a deal, then? Can we try to cohabitate at least?"

The count stared at the eldest of his three charges. In all honesty, he was charmed at her pluck. She knew how to ease into his good side, unlike her loud-mouth brother who was practically paying property taxes on his bad side.

Really, it wasn't terrible having them with him. He'd grown used to their presence in his halls, used to the little flaws they had been leaving in his life for the past three months. He was less annoyed with their existence now, and could look at each of them without seeing Beatrice or Bertrand looking back.

And the closer he kept them, the closer he would be to their sweet, beautiful fortune. How did that saying go? About closeness and enemies? Yeah, he could do that. For now.

He shrugged, putting the car in drive.

"Just don't scratch the paint. I'm keeping a total of what you brats owe me, you know."

"Fine," Violet sighed, stepping onto the grass where Klaus gave her a worried frown.

Count Olaf waved them off as he sped off into the road, just making it to a changing green light.

“See you at three!”

Violet and Klaus stopped in their tracks, shooting around to see the Count speeding off dangerously into traffic, his hand waving wildly to them out the window. After the initial shock wore off, Klaus made a mad dash away from his sister, and the school at that.

"Where are you going?" Violet called after him.

Klaus, a crazed look in his eyes, pointed into an unknown location. "I'm going to beg the school board to put a bus stop on our corner! There's half a town of eyewitnesses who will gladly sign that petition!"

[the-firebird69]

American Dad: A Weekend to Remember (Clip) | TBS

And it's like Klaus taller and that's what the beer looks like so they keep doing that kind of stuff and Rodger looks like a college kid and our son goes out and he looks like that cuz he's trying to look wealthy or something and people keep saying who's the college boy it's like what is wrong with this and it's not a sweater and he knows it doesn't want to wear a sweater you look like he's wealthy so he's really fooling them and they're making fun of him so he's doing this kind of thing and he's getting royalties from some companies in the future one of them is from this company brewski you going to blame him and they say we're going to find out and it'll happen to your ships and stuff like that so we're trying to figure out why and we get answers and we start doing things and that's how it works and it's kind of cool idea and it's cute and Hera loves it and he's hilarious. The idea is picking up some steam okay and yeah you can't put whiskey into cans so he says we have to use the old ceramics and people will buy it because of the jug and it's true and you don't have to make it so thick but you're sort of compelled to otherwise it breaks and they're not hard to make and it's cheap and he says if you get the special jug and and a result in people breaking the jug by the way and it'll go buy a new one it's a scam he says one out of a million will be made from the gray and oranges tan clay and they're fired by the way so they get really strong and we can make it come out the right colors and people will break them and go buy new ones and he wants to sell the whiskey using this method going to be the same company we do have a Brew company to do it to make the beer and the whiskey but we need sponsors and the cans will be just a regular can but we'd have many and regular and talls and giant cans all right away for different people and the little people are happy and the Giants are happy and they like it and they want it right away and there's going to be some emblems with Roger on them so we have to try and do that and he says no because we don't have to do Roger the syndicated cartoon we can do what they had in projects Blue book and he said you can't copy my likeness so make him a little shorter and he started laughing and we're going to get them stuff for it it's a new day he says it depends on how much she wants to be involved and you can start it covert and he wants to do it and the rock is doing it so we're up to that and they're going to say it's us anyways it's really not after their class but they want them to do stuff so it's hope. And he can buy any supercar he wanted all week long you can buy 10 a day until the cows came home and he likes those things and his wife does too and it's Paulette. So there's going to be a lot of stuff like this but this is a great idea

Thor Freya

We need to see an image of the can

Brad

Yeah we do

Roger you have a good copying people if Christ saying slow down

Olympus

[armandyke]

Can’t decide if it’s funnier if Diego is absolutely the worst at buying presents for people or if against all odds he’s great at it

[iheardarumorthings]

holyfuck okay i don’t know if you would be okay with writing this but like the last requester, the wedding scene just did something to my feelings and what if,, five and reader broke up in 1963 texas and during the wedding scene they ended up sitting in the same table and the reader says “don’t look at me like that” and five asks what look and she says “like you still love me” and it’s just mutual pining since they still love each other and angst and deargod my heart

I HAVE MORE ANGST TODAYYYYYYY

warnings: long for me; five says fuck a lot; swearing; five breaking the reader's heart; angry confession; reader being set; reader denying anything and everything; reader being hurt (emotionally); female reader; reader is a fan of chocolate

tags: @mad-elia

SORRY FOR THE INCONVENIENCE

He had wrecked you.

“I don’t think… I-” He pinched the bridge of his nose, his eyes scrunched up. “We can’t do this anymore. You’re my wife, and I love you. But I’m not… in love with you. Do you know what I mean?”

He had wrecked you, but you stood taller, agreeing with the man child. So he didn’t love you after every piece of you was offered to him on a silver platter. He didn’t love you after you nursed him back to health in the apocalypse. He didn’t love you after you assured him that it wasn’t his fault all of you were separated, stuck in time. 

He didn’t love you.

“No,” you laughed breathily, strained. “I get it. I totally get it. It’s no problem-”

“I’m glad,” he said, giving you a tired smile. “Now, I suggest we both go get some sleep. It’s been a hellish twenty days, hasn’t it?”

~*~

You had grabbed a tight-fitting sweater and overall shorts. It was much better than the uniform, you had to admit. 

You hopped down the stairs of the hotel, greeting your brothers and sister in law. 

Correction: Ex-in-laws.

“Good morning, peeps! How are we all doing?”

“Excellently, dear sister of mine,” Klaus responded. You stiffened; he didn’t notice. “And how are you this morning?”

You were crying all night.

“I’m amazing. Best sleep of my life.”

Allison’s shirt was soaked.

“Mimosa, (Y/N)?” Five called out from behind the bar. He was dressed in a t-shirt, a flannel and a vest…and a fedora. A plaid one.

“You look like you’re retiring and about to go on a fishing trip with the grandkids.”

“Oh ha ha,” he mocked, starting to pour you a drink. “You sleep well?”

“Best one yet. I don’t care if the mattress smells like sweat.”

His nose wrinkled. “Do you need me to run and grab you some new sheets?”

“I think I’ll take a trip today; I have nothing better to do anyway.”

He nodded. “Just be careful- there are a lot of alleyways that weird shit happens in.”

“Oh, well that makes me feel better.”

Before he could respond Klaus ran up to the both of you. “Okay, so I know that you’re retired Five, and I’m assuming your lovely wife-” You both winced; again, he didn’t notice…or he didn’t care. “-is also in retirement. What do you two say to a road trip? It’s what retired people do! You two, me, the countryside! What do you say?”

Five looked at you; you looked at Five and shrugged.

He won’t go. He would never.

“I got nothing better to do,” you said, smiling up at Klaus. He clapped his hands together in child-like joy, bouncing up and down slightly.

“Wonderful! And you, you old geezer?”

“I guess I’m in.”

Well, fuck me.

~*~

Five had pulled out a map of tourist locations in Pennsylvania, pointing things out to Klaus as he was driving. He ranted on and on about these things, just like an old man in retirement. He turned around and pointed them out to you, too, explaining things that may cater to your tastes.

“Okay, okay, listen to me, Five. Hold on.”

“Alright,” he said, smiling sarcastically. You felt bad; this was the first thing he was really enthusiastic about- the happy kind of enthusiastic. Not the obsessive, overbearing cloud of stopping the apocalypse. “I’m all ears.”

“So, I lied. We are going to Pennsylvania to find my birth mother!” he shouted, as if he were making an announcement. Your mouth dropped open. Well, now Five would be really pissed. 

“Are you kidding me?!”

“No! But if I told you, you wouldnt’ve come. (Y/N) would’ve because she’s just a sweetheart like that-”

“Thank you?” 

“You’re welcome, (Y/N/N), you beautiful soul.” You made a face- something between confused and unsurprised. “You would not have come! I chose you two for emotional support?”

“Emotional support?” Five hissed. “You-”

“I did.”

You buried your head in your hands.

“BIGGEST BALL OF TWINE!” you heard Five shout. You shot up, only to see the sign presenting the words “WORLD’S BIGGEST BALL OF TWINE.”

“No, Five!”

“Come on-”

Five leaned over the seat quickly, gaining control of the wheel. You squeaked as the car made a sharp turn, almost running into two others. One nearly grazed your door.

“We’re going to die!” Klaus shouted.

You agreed.

~*~

Five was impressed with the ball of twine. It wasn’t a bad trip, you realized. You’d witnessed wonderful things there, including the validation Five had been craving from his siblings.

It was so nice, in fact, that Five had held your hand lightly as he was looking at it. Your eyes were wide and staring at your hands, but he was just looking at the twine.

He’d broken up with you in Dallas about fifty years before, technically. But to you, it was a few days. 

You’d been crying every single night. You haven’t been eating as much. 

So you pulled it back, crossing your arms, playing it off as if you were cold. He noticed. He noticed nearly everything, really. He quickly looked down at his empty hand, and then back at the ball of twine, something unreadable in his eyes.

So, here you were. One of Five’s favorites was playing, and he was singing along. You were sitting on top of the car, looking out upon the cows in the field.

He kicked the top of the car.

“Yes, Five?”

“What do you think about Hershey Park?”

“Won’t we need money for that?”

“Not if I can jump us in-”

“That’s illegal. And, along with that, I was making plans to move to New York. There’s a few jobs in my department; I can go to high school there, apply to a couple colleges. I can start over.”

He was quiet for a few seconds, the silence fragile.

“I see.”

“What are you going to be doing with your retirement, Five?”

“Go to Hershey Park.”

You cackled, throwing your head back. “Yes, because you love chocolate so much.”

“No, but you do. I thought you might want to go.”

Your heart stilled. “Thanks for the thought, Five. I appreciate it.”

The wave came through then; you could feel it rush through your system. And gone were the cows. Five clearly realized that too, stumbling out of the car, immediately looking at you.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes, but I don’t think the cows are,” you said, looking at the empty field.

“Can’t I get one fucking day off?” he whispered to himself.

~*~

It had been days since then. Five had gotten you new sheets; you had thanked him; he’d been looking at you; you’ve been looking away.

And on and on and on goes the cycle.

So here you were, watching the happy couple dance, nursing your drink. Maybe your last one.

But suddenly he was in front of you, his hand outstretched, beckoning you forward.

Wordlessly, you took that oh-so-familiar hand, and let him lead you to the dance floor.

He held you closely, a little too closely, your chests pressed together, his chin on top of your head.

“What are you doing, Five?”

“I’m dancing with my wife, what else do you think I’m doing?”

“Uh- Five…I thought we broke up. You aren’t in love with me, remember? You just…I don’t know. Love me? I’m not your wife anymore, Cinco.”

“We’re not divorced yet, Sweetheart.” He dipped you, you looked into his eyes. You looked into them and saw everything. You didn’t understand any of it.

He hadn’t called you “Sweetheart” in a long time, either.

“Don’t call me that, Five. And don’t look at me like that, either.”

“Like what?”

“Like you love me.”

“Darling,” he whispered, moving one of his hands to your head, threading his fingers through your hair. He moved his head lower, too, burying his face in your hair. He pressed his lips to your head. “I do. I was wrong. I don’t know what came over me- maybe it was…I don’t know. What I do know is that I am desperately and wholly in love with a woman that deserves so much more than me. But, by some miracle, that woman fell in love with the scum on the bottom of her shoe, and that little shit took it all for granted.”

You stiffened.

“I’m in love with you, (Y/N) Hargreeves.”

“Not a Hargreeves.”

He pulled you in a little closer.

“We’re not divorced yet.”

“Yet.”

“And it won’t happen.”

“And how do you know that?”

“Because I don’t think there are any lawyers around here to make it official. Just because the ring is off doesn’t make it legally undone. And-” He stopped himself, pulling away to look you dead in the eyes. You turned your head away; he gently turned it back, keeping it in place. “-I will not be stopping until I earn that love back, even if I’m still about as much as the dirt on the bottom of those heels.”

You pulled away for the final time, abandoning the dance floor, leaving him alone.

~*~

You two were stuck together again for the first time since the wedding. None of you spoke, you just stood there, wandering the hotel.

You decided to break the silence. “So is this the other shoe, or did it drop a while ago? Oh my god, do you think these monster guardian things have multiple pairs of legs?”

He wrinkled his eyebrows, but answered. “I hope they don’t. More work for us.”

A noise erupted from the silence, he pulled you to him by your waist.

“Five, really?”

“I told you. I’m earning love back.”

“Protecting me isn’t gonna-”

“Then what will? I don’t care that we may have minutes to live and that everything outside of this God-forsaken hotel is destroyed. I’ll find a way to make it happen. Here-” With sure, and oddly steady, hands he reached into his pocket, producing something you thought you left behind. “I have this. Do you remember the day I gave you this?”

Your ring. The silver band you’ve worn since what felt like forever. 

“I remember.”

He slid it onto your finger; you let him.

“Then you remember what I said to you-”

“You don’t- Five, you meant it then. That doesn’t mean-”

“Oh, (Y/N),” he snarled, angry now. Your eyes widened at the change of tone. “You can’t honestly think my feelings have changed. I was a fool. I was being stupid. I don’t know what the hell was going through my head, but I broke you the fuck apart. I knew I was wrong the second I said it. I’ve been trying, (Y/N). I’ve been trying to work up again, but clearly you need for me to tell you because you are in such fucking denial that you can’t see what’s right in front of you. I am in love with you, Mrs. Hargreeves. And that’s not changing for shit, so you better get used to it, whether you want to stay together or not.”

You wanted to stay. You did. 

But his mind could change just as easily as it did before.

“Five, your mind-”

“Is set. You’re it. Sorry for the inconvenience.”

And then you laughed. It was breathy, and marred by your tears, but he began to laugh too. He pulled you into his chest, breathing you in.

“Please. Just… stay. Please. If we do this, if we save the universe in the million to one chance we have, I’ll spend every day for the rest of my life making it up to you.”

“Starting with Hershey Park?”

“Most definitely.”

[rere-the-writer]

My two faves (other than Elijah) need more love but let's goooooo

Warnings: Fluff, a bit of NSFW, threats, Soft Vampires, Innocent!Reader

Small innocent human and two Original vampires? What is the worst that could happen?

Threats and death is what mostly from Kol to men that flirt with you

Finn threatening Klaus to stay away from you

Kol and Finn does everything they can to keep you out of their family drama

Freya is a little jealous that Finn spends so much time with you but is mostly happy that Finn is happy

Davina is jealous of the relationship you have with Kol and the witch has no problem voicing it

"I'm surprised that Kol is with such a boring girl." "Better than being with the witch that tried killing his family."

Kol having to excuse hisself from the room when ever you do something cute

"Kol, Finn? What is BDSM?" "Where did you hear that from?!" "Nik?" Cue Kol and Finn trying to dagger Klaus and Elijah trying to stop them

These two believe that Klaus is trying to corrupt you but Klaus is just telling you things for lols

Elijah finding Finn in the kitchen learning to cook for you by watching the Food Channel

Kol getting jealous when Rebekah would take from him or Finn to go shopping

"Have you two even fucked her yet?" Cue Elijah stepping in before Finn could strangle Klaus

These two are protective to where you had moved into the Mikaelsons home without realizing it

You sleeping between the two after many fights of who's bed you should sleep in

You wearing their sweaters when it gets colder which leads to you being cuddled by them

"Why are you two up at 3am?" "Making brownies Finn. Help us?"

Being shorter than them leads to Kol or Finn helping you reach for things

Finn and Kol love picking you up and just carrying you around

"Weird that you share a girlfriend with Kol." "Why? Elijah and Klaus are sharing a girlfriend Hayley."

Shy kisses from you because Kol and Finn let's you make the first move

Finn and Kol taking you out for hours, one time your drive turned into a road trip

Both love spoiling you, you have many many gifts from them both

Both learning all about your interests so they could talk and do them with you

Both are very gentle with you when it is your first time

Kol loves peppering you with kisses and makes some jokes to make sure you are comfortable

While Finn let's you make the first move and follows your lead

"Can we try using toys?" You asked so innocently both vampires choked on their drinks

Both have the biggest innocent kink because of you

You don't have to do much to get them going

Both aren't afraid to kill for you. In fact Elijah is always stopping them from murdering men that hit on you

These two can't say no to you. They tried once and hated it

You have a thing of reminding the two vampires of how much you love them

"Have I told you both how much I love you?" "Everyday darling but I would love it if you reminded us."

Cute movie dates of you showing them your favorite movies

You tried pulling pranks on Kol but you are so terrible at it that he finds too adorable

Coffee dates with Finn while you have cute lunch dates with Kol

Finn caught you trying to climb the counter to get to your cookies once and now you have to get him if you want one

Late night talks of having kids and marriage

These two are loyal to you to a fault, it really annoys Klaus that Kol and Finn would choose you over their siblings

Kol will take hot baths with you if you are stressed while Finn gives you a massage

You falling asleep listening to Finn read to you if you are having trouble sleeping along with Kol

Waking up tangled up between Finn and Kol

[matashaw]

Ok, I literally just rewatched Heathers the musical just to respond because this question has been keeping me up at night for many days already, at first i thought about Ninja, since after Heather Chandlers death (el matador) she takes her red scrunchie and becomes the new leader, but you know, him letting el matador tell him to shut up and he actually shutting up isnt really something he would do! The only person that comes to mind possible to shut up at el matador screaming at him is Klaus, but Klaus would NEVER make one of his friends almost kill themselves!

I can think of Shane Finn, since (i dont remember very well) but I think in one ep we can see Liquido telling him to shut up and he actually just doing what he says and looking away, i dont really know if he fits the evil part since hes kind of a backround character we cant really get to know his personality, but we usually see him doing everything Liquido does and following his lead, like for example making fun of North!

but the thing that doesn't really leave me right is that since hes a background character, seeing him with a principal character such as El Matador would be kind of... weird? But hes really the only one that can come to mind possible of being Heather Duke

and also, now that ive rewatched Heathers i think its time to kind of re-do the cast!!

Veronica Sawyer - Shakes

--I swear to god THEY HAVE THE SAME PERSONALITY!! PLEASE JUST HEAR ME OUT

J.D - Skarra

--killing 3 people just because they hurt Veronica? then trying to kill Veronica because he told him it's wrong and that they shouldnt kill more people? and then killing himself trading his life for Veronica? so Skarra coded, TOO Skarra coded...

Martha "Dumptruck" Dunnstock - Klaus maybe?

--we can see her having a childish personality, wearing a unicorn sweater, neon pink lipstick and being the only one that actually said "hey, J.D is a psychotic freak, maybe these suicides that have been happening lately arent suicides and J.D is behind them!" but then no one believes her and she tries to kill herself but fails and gets made fun of

Heather Chandler - El Matador

--...do i have to explain or??

--we can see that, after her death, she LOVES the attention they give her because of her "suicide", and also since Veronica is the only one that can see her she usually makes her feel guilty of her actions and one time even tried to control her

--and also because theres no one more queen bee than El Matador, everyone hates him but somehow, hes still adored by everyone

Heather McNamara - no idea actually... might need some help here!!

Heather Duke - Shane Finn (as I just said)

ram sweeney and kurt kelly - The Max brothers.. Maybe??

--watching the musical i thought about El Matador and North, but since El Matador is already Heather Chandler we can't pick him, and North can be mean but not at that high of a level

--so i decided to go for the Max twins, since they firstly are shown as innocent as good but then they are discovered to be evil.

i wont be doing the background characters since i think ive already written TOO MUCH so.. yeah!!

Question:

Who would y’all cast as heather duke in the supa strikas heathers au? (yes, I haven’t forgotten about it). I’ve been wondering about it, and I literally cannot think of anyone fit for the job😭

And honestly, I’m interested in how you guys would cast any of them in general! :D

[its-a-secert01]

Not So Noble - Elijah (Part 3)

Elijah x Reader

Readers pov

⚠️ SMUT

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"Hello love."

I sighed "What are you doing here Klaus?"

"I've come to take you home of course."

"I'm not leaving, besides did you really have to beat the door down? You could of just knocked ya know."

"Actually he couldn't, Bonnie put a spell on the house before she left, NO vamps allowed at all not even on the porch." Damon said rather smuggly

I nodded "Besides that wouldn't be typical Klaus fashion now would it?" Klaus laughed

"Look I appreciate you coming here but I'm not going back, I want nothing to do with Elijah."

"Can we at least talk one on one?" He asked I thought about it for a moment then looked at Damon.

"I'll be okay." I said "y/n I can't protect you against him." He said placing a hand on my arm to hold me back,

"I know it's okay, I'll be in when we're done." I said I hugged him and stepped outside closing the door behind me.

I walked off the porch and over to Klaus, He was the first to speak.

"Elijah is a man of many things, he's made a lot of questionable decisions but I know for sure that you were his most honest."

"He slept with Hayley, in our bed." He didn't say anything.

"Now if he cares about me he sure has a shitty way of showing it." I added

I don't know when but we seemed to have started walking, Klaus walked casually along side me with his hands shoved in the leather pockets of his jacket. As I crossed my arms to try and cuddle myself in my sweater.

"Honestly I can't say I'm not glad this happen." He finally said I paused,

"So you're happy that your brother crushed my heart in to pieces with your ex fling?" I asked

"Don't get me wrong love, I'm furious with my brother for hurting you, however It now gives me the opportunity to do this." He said.

He reached for me and pulled me close not roughly but gently and with purpose, he bent his head to reach me as I was much smaller then him.

And before I could unfreeze myself from the sudden touching from him, he kissed me.

At first I tried to push him away, but something in me gave, a voice in the back of my head nagging at me.

'Kiss him.'

So I did I stood there on the sidewalk kissing Klaus Mikelson, and without realizing I deepened the kiss.

As I stood there with my eyes closed and arms wrapped around his neck my mind went blank turned to nothing, it wasn't until Klaus broke the connection between our lips that I came back.

He pressed his forhead to the top of mine.

"My brothers a fool to ever think that she could ever be as incredible as you."

"Klaus I-"

"I know you love him, but I had to do this or I would never forgive myself for missing the chance."

I chewed on my bottom lip softly and took a shaky deep breath, I couldn't understand what had come over me but I couldn't help missing the feeling of his lips on mine.

"Kiss me." I whispered, he placed his hand on the back of my neck and pulled our lips together, we stood there for what seemed like forever matching each other's need for more.

The deeper the kiss went the more I wanted and before I could think any farther,

I was In the room of a small hotel just a block from the Salvatore house, Klaus lead me to the bed I lied down as he slowly climbed on top of me.

I knew what I was doing, I knew I was going to hate myself, but I couldn't stop, i needed the touch, the reassurance that I was worth something to someone, to anyone.

And some how I found that in Klaus Mikelson.

I was now shirtless as he kissed his way down My body, my jaw line, then down the sweet spots on my neck, then to my chest and all the way down to the line of my sweat pants.

He was soft and gentle he held me as thou I would break, I've heard so many times how rough Klaus could be, but yet he was touching me like i was a glass doll.

He took off my pants to reveal the black lace panties underneath, he stood back for a moment and looked at me then shook his head.

"Perfection."

Before he continued to undress me, he didn't wast any time, almost instantly he was on top of me pushing himself inside over and over.

I moaned and arched my back, this was the first time in months that I had been touched.

"I'll take good care of you princess." He whispered in my ear getting another moan in response I practically hear him smirking.

"I need you Klaus." I said throw breaths so he picked up his past.

After what only seemed like seconds even though It most definitely was not he was pulling himself out of me and finishing, he clapsed on to the bed next to me.

Both of us trying to catch our breathes, I adjusted myself up on the pillow, but Klaus pulled me over to his side and wrapped an arm around me so I used his chest.

As I laid there in the dark, tucked safely into his arms I couldn't help but feel a hint of guilt starting to grow.

But at the same time I wasn't alone, if Elijah found out he would finally know how it feels. But a big part of me was hoping I could keep this under wraps.

But like they say you can't have your cake and eat it to.

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[havoc-bloom]

General Headcanons For (Most Of) The Dreams of An Insomniac Characters!!

(Excluding Lankmann cause I’ve already posted about him more than enough)

HC’s under the cut!!

Clyde:

- He’s so fucked up /pos

- Enjoys metal/rock, would listen to Mindless Self Indulgence

- If he tries hunting/chasing you I feel like you could distract him with candy

- Scary on the outside but an absolute sweetheart, especially with Winfrey (they’re boyfriends /hj)

- Prankster man, would place a banana peel on the ground and wait for you to comically slip and fall over it

- Eeeevil evil mischievous fellow

- About as straight as a curly fry

- Me, seeing Winfrey and Clyde: “oh my god, they were roommates :0”

- He has an evil laugh that he practiced in the mirror. Please tell him it’s cool and evil and maniacal.

Winfrey:

- Winfrey, my sweet baby boy. You poor poor thing.

- I CAN FIX HIM I SWEAR

- Winfixed AU gives me life (thanks Tigera)

- Plays violin extremely well, but can also play the piano

- If you ask him to play Megalovania he will bite you.

- Yes, he bites.

- His “theme song” may be Your Consenting Mind from Spooky’s Jumpscare Mansion according to Pastra, but damnit his anthem will always be Because Dreaming Costs Money, My Dear by Mitski in my heart and soul.

- Unironically used to not really acknowledge him because the other characters felt like they overshadowed him BUT THEN I MET @/tigerarainbowra-blog and my worldview has been CHANGED in the best way possible

- Me: (slaps the top of Winfrey’s head) “You won’t believe how much angst you can fit in here.”

- Really really heavy British accent, at least before he Went Feral™

- If the floor is being straight, then this man is crawling on the ceiling.

Klaus:

- What a douchebag /lh

- Reeks of birthday cake (he uses it to lure in kids to kill; I headcanon that Veldigun can change the way they smell and either completely nullify it or amplify it to make whoever they’re hunting more afraid or unaware of them) but also smells like blood and death.

- Absolutely vile, both in terms of personality and physical appearance

- Buried childhood trauma (he dares not talk abt it)

- Literally just needed some emotional help as a kid and if he got it he would’ve turned out fine, but somehow he got more fucked up with no thanks to the Lankmann Foundation.

- I can make anyone have sympathy for any character. Making people feel bad for Klaus is proof of that.

- Listens to Insane Clown Posse and Melanie Martinez

- He’s angry. He’s so, so angry, all the time. I wonder what put that anger in him.

Jack:

- GET HIM THERAPY JESUS FUCK

- I can fix him I promise

- We need to get him OUT of his toxic-ass relationship with Klaus, like right now. Let him be happy. Please.

- Looks up to Klaus even though he knows he’ll never be respected in the same way.

- He likes breakcore lmfao, also he listens to 100 gecs unironically /pos

- I like to think he makes kandi bracelets and he made matching ones for him and Klaus. Even tho Klaus is a bitch he still never takes off the bracelet, and neither does Jack.

- Sends the most cursed of memes at the most unholy times of night. You’ll get a notification from him at 6:06 AM and it’s just a radically blurred image of a cockroach with the caption “daniel.”

- Really truly just wants to continue making toys for kids.

- Has ate drywall and will do so again

Simon:

- Pleasant little farm boy

- He constantly smells like he just walked out of a barn, probably because he did. You get used to it (eventually).

- LOVES ANIMALS SO SO MUCH

- Animals > people, would rather chill with Flock for the day than actually socialize.

- Suppresses his Southern accent a lot but when he gets angry or super excited you’ll hear the Country™ in his voice.

- Kind of jarring hearing a Texas accent come out of a Canadian tbh

- I want his hand in marriage /hj

- autistic  /hj

- So far back into the closet he may as well be that one sweater from the 3rd grade you could never find again. Fruitier than Froot Loops but completely oblivious about it.

The Flock:

- BIRD MOMENT

- Yes, it can fly.

- Yes, it can purr.

- No, you cannot pet it.

- Does that thing snakes do where they curl up into little coils and rest their head on the top. Yeah that.

- Also does that thing hognose snakes do where they’ll play dead if they feel threatened, but instead they do it to lure in prey into thinking they’re an easy meal.

- Like a parrot it can mimic voices.

- Jack taught it to say curse words and now anytime someone gets near it’s just “BITCH”

- Will eat Cheez-Its out of your hand

Mortimer Gray:

- Oh, this poor motherfucker. This unfortunate fellow. He has been through so much.

- Overworked, underpaid artist.

- Serious burnout, but dammit if he’s getting paid he’ll get it done.

- Artblock 24/7, creatively exhausted. Just leave him alone for a while, please.

- Had a sparkledog phase, is now definitely a furry /hj

- Self esteem issues? He’s got all of them. Every single one.

- Anxiety to the fucking max

- I relate a few songs to him, namely Bag Of Bones by Mitski (burnout central haha) and Against The Kitchen Floor by Will Wood (honestly I was listening to it while drawing him and now it’s just kinda,, a thing I relate him with now.)

- Help me I kin him

[raineydays411]

Trauma really does bond

The umbrella academy x teen!reader

Summary: It’s time for you to meet your siblings. But what happen when your introductions don’t exactly go as planned?

You were trembling as you walked behind Pogo and Grace. Its ironic, you’ve waited your whole life for this moment. To finally meet your siblings and expand your family. A childish hope of your siblings one day returning to the mansion and accepting you with open arms. 

But now that you actually have a chance to meet them, you’re terrified. You realized that you have no idea how to talk to people. It’s different than when you talk to Pogo or your mother. These are complete strangers. No matter how many stories you’ve been told, how many times you read Vanyas book, you truly didn’t know these people. How were you meant to be a family? How are you supposed to-

“Y/n? Dear?” 

You’re snapped from your thoughts by your mother calling you.

“Yes, momma?”

“Momma? Pogo, who’s that?”

You turn, again surprised by an unfamiliar voice. There she was. Alison Hargreeves. She’s beautiful. 

Her hair is curly and blonde, with beautiful high cheekbones and glowing brown skin. Her as were kind even as she squinted at you skeptically in confusion.

“Alison, this is Y/n Hargreeves, or Number Eight. She’s your sister.”

Grace again gives you a light nudge, and you move in front of her. It was then that you realized that you are shorter than Alison, having to glance up to meet her eyes. 

“My sister?” She looks at you in disbelief, “How come we didn’t know? This wasn’t mentioned by the press or anything...” 

“Your father decided to keep our dear Y/n a secret.” Grace said wrapping her arm around you, “ She’s been our little secret for 17 years and 4 months.” 

“A secret? But why? I mean, what was the reason?”

“Your father, believed that the world wasn’t ready for a new superhero. Nor was Y/n ready to face the world.” Pogo said with a grim face, “ He had hoped though, that one day he would be able to take her out...but it seems that for now, Y/n shall remain inside.”

You frowned, holding back tears at the thought. You didn’t know that your father had wanted to let you out, nor that he wanted to be there when you were. But, what truly upset you, was that you had to stay in the mansion. Freedom was at the tip of your fingers and you didn’t even know it.

“Stay inside? You mean she’s never been outside?” Alison said horrified.

“Well she has been out in the courtyard and such, but Mr. Hargreeves prohibited her to leave the premises. Nor was she allowed to be in contact with the citizens”

“She’s been here all alone?” Alison asks sadly, “ With no one to talk to? No one her age?” 

“I’m afraid not” Pogo says sadly, looking at you.

You didn’t understand the big deal. Of course you were lonely, and wanted to explore the world, but you knew why you had to stay. You can just hear your fathers words.

“You have a duty Number Eight. A duty to your people and to me. It may not be ideal but sacrifices are hardly ideal.”

And everytime you thought about leaving, you’d remember his words and stay put. Besides you wouldn’t dare disobey your father.

Not after the last time.

“Well,” Alison says gently, leaning down to your eye level, “ Hello Y/n, I’m Alison Hargreeves, your big sister.”

Your eyes widened at her words as your heart filled with joy. For so many years  you imagined those words. You wondered how this whole thing would play out, how meeting your siblings might be. And to hear Alison so readily accept you, it brought tears to your eyes.

“Hello, Alison” You say beaming as you carefully step forward, “ I’ve been waiting a long time to meet you, Momma says you live in California, what is it like?” 

Alison smiles at your question, your demeanor like a small child. It reminded her of Claire...

“It’s very nice, maybe when we have time I’ll be able to tell you all about it.” 

Your smile widens as you turn to your mother excitedly, she smiles back and says, “ That sounds wonderful dear, but you should go and change. You know the rules. You don’t want your father finding you in your night clothes, now would you?”

You furrow your brows,” Momma...”

“No buts now march” She says with a grin. You smile at Alison but see the worried look on her face. 

“So she did notice how weird momma acting” You think to yourself. You stay in a daze as you walk towards your room. Worrying about your mother, grieving your father, and thinking about how you’re finally meeting all your siblings. Then as you turn a corner into the hallway that leads to your room, you’re knocked to the ground as you bump into a wall of a body.

“Ow!” you squeal as you hit the ground, rubbing the back of your head and peering up at the person you bumped into.

“Uh..sorry Y/n” 

“Luther!” You shout, your pain overridden by the happiness you felt at seeing your brother, one that actually knows you exist.

He helps you up, which to him is like picking up a feather, and  before he knew it, your arms are wrapped around his midsection. Luther awkwardly pats your back, not really expecting to be hugged.

“It's great to see you Luther! I read all your mission reports, or rather the ones that Father let me read. I always wished you good night though! Pogo always caught me looking at the moon with that telescope, I hope you don’t mind that I used it. It's just that I missed you so-” Your happy ramblings cut off by a Luther clearing his throat.

“Ahem...right, um hey Y/n, I gotta go...check on something.” He says gently pushing you away, “It was nice seeing you though.”

And with that he walks away, leaving you in the hallway as you stare at his retreating form.

“oh...okay then! I’ll see...see you later.” You say, disheartened by his brief acknowledgement. You sigh, walking into your room. 

“I don’t know why I try...” You mumble to yourself. “ It’s not like he was ever happy to see me before.”

You go into your closet, trying to figure out what to wear. Usually, Grace picked out your outfits, ordered by your father, but she didn’t leave anything out for you today. So, you settled for a black turtleneck sweater, a black and white plaid skirt, black knee high socks with some mary janes. It wasn’t really your go to look, but you felt like it was appropriate given the circumstance. You let your hair loose, curls falling into your face as you let it out of the bun you quickly put it in. 

You go to walk out of the room when you’re stopped by a gleam. You see the necklace your father gave to you after the incident. You stare at it, debating on whether you should put it on or not. You sigh, deciding to wear it, it was his funeral after all. You put it on, the cold metal never truly seem to heat up, the pendant heavy on your chest. You never grew attached to it. It just served as a reminder that you’re stuck in the mansion. You can never leave. Not until he let you and now...

You shake your head. Trying not to get into your thoughts, that's when you heard it. Little scratching at your window. You turn to see Despereaux, the little mouse  you saved when you were younger. Ever since that day it was like you and him formed a bond.

You open the window excited to see your little friend.

“Hello Despereaux, it’s been a while since I’ve seen you.” You whisper as you let him climb on to your shoulder. “ you’ve missed quite a bit since I’ve last seen you. How about some cheese?”

You walk out of your room, Despereaux nestled on your shoulder. As you walk through the long hallways, you bump into another body.

“Ouch, again?” You whisper to yourself, rubbing your forehead.

“Hey watch it...teenage girl?” A male voice said in a perplexed tone. 

You look up to see a man in some rather tight clothes and kohl ringed eyes.

“Hello” You quietly mutter with a soft smile. “I’m Y/n”

“You are adorable.” The man says, “ Where has the old man been hiding you?” 

You blush looking down at your feet, you were never really complimented. Only by Grace.

“ Aww” The man squeals, squishing you to his body. He smelled like booze and sweat but the hug was nice, “ I have no idea who you are but I’m your uncle Klaus from now on.”

“You’re Klaus?” You say excitedly, “ I’m so glad to meet you!” 

You wrap your arms around him, feeling the outline of something hard and metal in the back of his pants. You ignored it though, happy to meet another one of your siblings.

“Ugh it’s so nice to be around someone who isn’t a total stick in the mud.” Klaus says letting go of you, “ Like Luther, all that rage in that big body” 

You giggle at his words and eccentric behavior. It was a stark contrast to the ridgid stoic behavior that you’re used to. Klaus’ grand gestures and silly nature was new to you.

“I’ve heard alot about you.” You say happily, “ Mama always tells me stories about how you used to steal  her shoes and skirts and Father said--”

“Father?” Klaus asked, “ You mean ol’ Reggie bought you too? Or are you like..his offspring? Eww! I don’t want to think about that, shut up Ben.”

Ben?

“Father adopted me, I was born with powers like you.” You clarify for him. 

“Huh, so he managed to create another trauma case before he croaked.” Klaus said in a light voice, “Well. I always wanted a little sister.”

You smile, glad that at least two of your siblings liked you. But what did he mean by trauma case.

“Anywho, I have some... inheritance I need to collect. I, will see you at the funeral, das Kind” 

And with a wiggle of his fingers he was off, gone as quick as when you met him. Leaving you yet again, alone. You shrug off his odd behavior when you heard two voices speaking. 

“ah no, not to my knowledge.”

“But..the spine is broken and there's notes in the margins.”

“ Yes, that would be the work of.. ah Y/n, there you are.”

You jump in surprise, although you should’ve know. You can never eavesdrop with Pogo around.

You walk down the stairs, slowly towards Pogo and.. Vanya!

Out of all the siblings, she’s the one you wanted to meet the most. She, like you was isolated in this mansion. You felt a connection to her as soon as you were able to pick up that book. Your heart raced as you made it to the final step, reaching the first flower and into the living room where Vanya and Pogo were talking. You can see that she is shocked, as all your other siblings were.

“Pogo, who is this?” 

“Go ahead dear, introduce yourself. Just like you practiced.”

You smile widely, “Hi I’m Y/n Hargreeves, I love your book. I’ve read it almost five times now.  You’re Vanya! I’ve been waiting to meet you! You look exactly like the picture on the back of the book! It really is a good book, I-”

“Y/n, take a breath. Let her get a word in.” Pogo chuckled, glad to see that you’re comfortable around Vanya. 

“Oh, right. I’m sorry, father did always say I..tend to talk to much” You say looking down at your shoes. You didn’t notice the frown on both Pogo and Vanyas face.

“You...you read my book?” Vanya asked, still trying to figure out who you are.

“Yes, multiple times. It...well, besides the stories Mama and Pogo told me, this was the only way I got to know all of you.”

“Why didn’t you just come find us?” 

“Oh well..I wasn’t really allowed outside”, you say glancing at Pogo, “ Father said the world and I weren’t ready for each other.”

“You mean, you’ve been alone...all these year?”

“No, not totally alone! I had Pogo, and Mama, and and father too. Plus there were the robots he built, although I did destroy them...and the books and and..”

“Y/n...that’s..that’s not..” Vanya stopped herself. She knew that this must be a sensitive subject for you. The way you listed everyone in your life was practiced. Like you’ve said it to yourself over and over again. And by the grim look on Pogos face, she can tell it wasn’t only you who was sensitive about this subject.

“Well, Y/n..perhaps you should go on in the kitchen and help your mother. Your siblings will be meeting here shortly, it would be nice if they had some snacks, don’t you agree?” Pogo says, forcing a smile at you.

“Oh! Okay” You beam, “ It was nice meeting you Vanya!” 

And with that you scurry off into the kitchen, leaving Vanya and Pogo behind in silence.

“She’s been alone for...” 

“For seventeen years. Yes”

“Pogo...”

“You know your father...once he made up his mind...there was little I can do.”

Vanya sighs and pats Pogo on the shoulder, “It’s good to see you Pogo.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You skip into the kitchen, seeing your mother humming at the sink. You walk up to her and notice that she’s cleaning the same plate over and over again.

“Hi momma!” you say suddenly

“Oh, hello dear. What are you doing in here?” Grace asks putting the plate in the drying rack.

Pogo said it would be nice to make snacks for my siblings” You ask, then feeling movement around your neck, “Oh and some cheese please.”

You forgot Despereaux was on your shoulder, its a wonder that no one has seen him yet.

“hmm snacks we can do.” Grace says with a smile. She goes to the fridge and pulls out some cheese.

“How about some cheese and crackers? Its simple.” she says, “ ans Despereaux here can have his fill as well”

You freeze, caught again by your mother, “ Thanks momma.” 

You both giggle, and side by side you work on cutting the cheese and presenting the crackers. You feel a sense of calm wash over you. You usually do when you’re around your mother. She makes you feel safe. 

“Ahem.” 

You both turn to see Diego in the kitchen doorway.

“Diego dear, you startled us.” Grace said with a smile, “ Come help, we’re making you kids some snacks.”

He barely spares a glance at you.

“Pogo wanted me to come tell you that the meetings starting.”

“Oh, well go on darling, run along and I’ll bring out the snacks later.”

And with that she kisses your forehead and waves you away. She turns back to the  sink and starts humming again. 

You glance back at Diego. He’s glaring at the wall and to be honest you’re surprised he even waited for you. You pick up Despereaux and put him on your shoulder again, and grab some grapes and cheese then stuff it in your skirt pocket. Then you walk up to Diego with a small smile. 

He glances at you and scoffs, then walks away. You have to jog to catch up to him.

“You uh, you walk pretty fast” You say huffing a bit. 

He doesn’t answer you, he just keeps walking in the same pace. You stay silent as well, the trip to the living room longer than you remember.

You finally make it, and you see all your siblings in the room, spread out. You take a seat next to Vanya. You smile at her and take a glance around the room. Luther is sat at the couch across from you and Vanya. Allison and Diego are sat on some chairs, and Klaus is at the bar. 

The six of you sit in an awkward silence until Luther clears his throat.

“ So I guess we should get this started.” He says standing up, “ So I figured we can have sort of a memorial service. At the courtyard at sundown, say a few words. At dad’s favorite spot.”

You nod along and hear Alison speak up, “ Dad had a favorite spot?”

“Yeh at the oak tree, we used to sit out there all the time. None of you did that?” Luther asks.

“Oh yeah, after training” you chime in, causing the adults to look at you. You heard Diego scoff again and saw Luther quickly furrow his brow then smooth out his face again.

“Will there be refreshments?” Klaus asks walking out from behind the bar, “ Tea? Scones? Cucumber sandwiches are always a winner.” 

He goes to take a seat next to you when Luther speaks up

“What? No, and put that out. You know dad didn’t allow smoking in here.”

You roll your eyes. If you had to choose one thing to hate about Luther, you’d choose his insistent need to always be on your Father's good side. He can be such a downer sometimes.

“Is that my skirt?”

You hadn’t even noticed Klaus in the skirt. If you had to be honest, it did really suit him. You let out a small laugh, hearing Klaus mention his “bits”.

“Listen up.”

Oh boy, you’ve heard this tone before. You really forgot how stern Luther could be.

“There’s still some important things that we need to discuss alright ?”

“Um Luther” you squeak out, “ what more is there to talk about? Its not like Father had many friends we can invite. And his only family is us...”

“Yeah. The kids right, what else is there to discuss?” Diego asks.

You turn to him in surprise, this is basically the first time he acknowledged you unprompted. You send him a smile that, as expected, he ignores.

Oh well, small steps.

“ The way he died.”

“ And here we go”

You scrunch your eyebrows, “the way he died?”

Klaus sits next to you, throwing an arm around your shoulder as Vanya speaks up,

“I don’t understand, I thought they said it was a heart attack...”

“A heart attack?” You ask, realizing that no one’s really did tell you how your father died..

You’re question gained a suspicious look from Luther and confusion from the rest.

“ Y/n...you didn’t know?” Alison asked gently.

“ no one told me...” You say quietly, feeling nervous from the sudden attention.

“Well, According or to the coroner it was.” Luther continues.

“Well wouldn’t they know?”

“Theoretically..”

“Theoretically??”

You don’t understand. You don’t understand why nobody told you how your father died. You don’t understand why everyone was acting weird. And you don’t understand why Luther was bringing this up.

You feel a hand on your forearm, breaking you from your thoughts. You turn your head to see Klaus.

“ you lost in space?” He whispers playfully, “ I would be too, having to listen to Detective Daddy issues over here.”

You let out a small chuckle and whisper back, “ well technically we all have daddy issues.”

This earned you a quiet laugh and a pat on the arm. Then Klaus went to drink whatever was in his cup. And you tuned in again.

“ i’m just saying at the very least something happened. ” Luther says looking around the room, “ The last time I talk to dad he sounded strange.”

“Oh quelle surprise!” Klaus gurgles through his drink.

The rest of the adult ignored him, only sparing him a quick glance.

“Strange how?” Alison asked, continuing the conversation.

“ he sounded on edge”, Luther said, “ told me to be careful who to trust.”

He then gave you pointed look. You looked back at him perplexed, not knowing why he looked at you that way.

“Luther,” Diego chimed in, “ he was a paranoid, bitter old man who was starting to lose what was left of his marbles. ”

You frown at that statement. Sure your father was old and sort of eccentric, but his mind was sharp.

But come to think of it he was acting really weird the week before he died. He started telling you more about your siblings, about your place in the world and how you were meant to help it. He spent more time with you more than he ever has your whole life. He was, in his own way, nicer to you. Nicer in training, nicer on your free time, nicer in general. He took you out to the old oak tree more often, and just sat there with you, no lectures, no tirades, he just sat in silence.

It was almost like... like he knew he was going to die. 



“I can’t just call dad in the afterlife and be like, “ hey dad can you stop playing tennis with Hitler really quick and take a quick call?’” Klaus says exasperatedly.

Oh right you forgot, he can talk to ghosts.

“ since when? that’s your thing.” Luther asks

“ i’m not in the right... Frame of mind!!” 

“ You’re high?” Alison asks

“Yeah!” Klaus laughs, “ Who wouldn’t be listening to this nonsense. Right kiddo?”

He nudged you gently look at you for confirmation.

Your eyes widen and before you can even answer Diego cut you off,

“ Don’t bring her in this, she probably isn’t even know what being high is.”

You most certainly do. You’re not a child.

“ Look, just sober up this is important!” Luther demands , then continues on, “ and then there’s the missing monocle.”

“Who gives a shit about the missing monocle?” Diego mutters.

“ Father is missing his monocle?” You ask, getting ignored again.

“Exactly, it’s worthless.” Luther states, “ so whoever took it it must’ve been personal.”

The group starts to actually pay attention to him

“ Someone close to him, someone with a grudge.” He determines.

Wait...he’s not implying..

“Where are you going with this?” Klaus asks

“Oh, isn’t obvious Klaus?” Diego taunts, “ He thinks one of us killed dad.”

Luther grunts, but doesn’t deny his accusation.

The room goes silent as everyone tries to come to terms with what was revealed.

“ Luther...” you start sadly, feeling hurt and betrayed.

“You do?” Klaus asks in disbelief

“How could you think that?” Vanya chimes in

“ is it really that far-fetched?” Luther defends himself, “ I mean, it’s not secret how much you all hate him.”

“Luther.” Alison says sternly

“ That’s not fair accusation, there’s no evidence or anything...” you say defending your siblings, “ Besides, no one came home until today. Trust me, I’d know.”

But that just turned him on you 

“ And where were you when he died?”

Your breath hitched, “ what?”

“ You’re the one who can heal people right? So where were you? Why didn’t you heal him?” He demands, “ Or did you let him die?”

“ Luther!” Alison shouts at him

You stay silent as you can’t think of anything to say. You already felt horrible about not being able to save your father. But yo hear it from Luther...

“I..” you start to say but get choked up. You feel the walls close up around you and the heavy gaze of these adults. You quickly stand up and run out of the room sniffing.

It was then that Luther realized what he just accused you of.

“Y/n wait..” he starts but you’re already gone by the time he spoke up. He turns to the rest of his siblings, facing their glares and betrayed looks.

“ Great job Luther.” Diego says sarcastically, “ Way to lead.”

And with that he walks out the room.

“That’s..that’s not what I’m saying”

“You’re crazy man. You’re crazy.” Klaus said getting up from his spot and grabbing his things. “Crazy”

“I..I wasn’t finished”

“ Okay, sorry I’m just gonna go get Y/n and have her help me murder mom.” Klaus sneers, “ You know, after I get her to stop crying, be right back.”

“That’s not what I was saying!” Luther says, “ I didn’t—“ he cuts himself off, seeing as everyone but Alison left.

Then she gets up to leave, but says this

“ That little girl has had it rough enough growing up here, she doesn’t need anymore from you.”

Then she walks out ignoring what Luther tries to say.

Leaving him all alone.

“That went well.”



[theseance444]

"Oh, we gotta get you one of those suspension tables!" Klaus chimed in, relieved Five hadn't reacted in anger to his dumb jokes. The smile was a good bonus. "Stretch your back out, do some yoga, drink more milk--you'll get there!"

The comment about Diego was waved off. "I say good for him, he could still 'kick my scrawny ass any day of the week,'" he quoted, snickering at his own impression.

Although a monumental struggle, Klaus attempted to get himself back on track. "Right, so we need pants that have more of a carpenter's or painter's fit," he said, getting down to business. "That'll feel more proportional, as long as we hem them correctly. What colors, for button downs? Maybe a button down underneath a sweater..."

"Woohoo, success!" Klaus cheered, as his brother approved the sweater reluctantly. But something in the tone of Five's voice makes him settle to listen. He leaned in, wanting to show that he was taking the admission seriously. Unfortunately, he was Klaus.

"What, you don't wanna be in the twink club with me?" he joked, nudging him with his own bony elbow. Still, he tried to reign in his natural charisma and witt, as his face softened. "Yeah, no, that...that makes sense. Thanks for uh, sharing that, or whatever."

The awkwardness hung in the air for a moment, before Klaus couldn't help but break the tension.

"Wait, so do you get like, super buff as an adult? Full Luther?"

[make-me-imagine]

A Christmas Kiss

12 Days of Christmas - Day Seven: Mistletoe

Pairing: Elijah Mikaelson x GN!Reader

Plot: During a Mikaelson Christmas party, Elijah loses his chance to spend the evening with you. But at the end of the night, Elijah finds and opportunity to show you just what he wanted most.

Warnings: None!

Word Count: 2.16k

General Taglist: @criminaly-supernatural, @caswinchester2000, @imaginesfire The Originals Taglist: @kaashi

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You ran your eyes across the crowd of people, most were wearing festive greens or reds, some wearing suits or fun sweaters, paired with Santa hats or antlers. Garland was draped down every staircase, every plant and tree was covered in shimmering lights. In the corner of the main room, stood a tall Christmas tree, green foliage was barely visible under the lights, tinsel and ornaments. The Mikaelson home truly looked like it came out of a Macy’s holiday magazine, and you were sure at least two of the Mikaelson's hated it.

As you moved slowly past the crowd, your eyes locked with Elijah, who was walking towards you, a smile on his face, and two drinks in his hand.

“Elijah.” You smiled with a fluttering heart, as you both stopped in front of one another.

“Y/n.” He smiled, handing you one of the glasses in his hands.

“Oh. Thank you.” You smiled as you took the glass, surprised that he had gotten for you. You looked him up and down briefly. “What, no festive suit for the occasion?”

He let out a soft chuckle. “I think we both know that would never happen.”

“Ah, but one can dream.” You said with a sarcastic tone making his smile widen.

“You’re not dressed very festive yourself.” He commented as his eyes raked over you, making you feel more aware of yourself.

“Well-” You began as you reached down and pulled something out of your bag, before placing a Santa hat on your head “Better?”

“Significantly.” He said with an amused smile.

As music began to ring out, you looked to your left and saw a crowd of couples begin to file out into the dance floor. Elijah followed your line of sight and smiled to himself before turning back to you.

“Care to dance?”

You looked back at him, and ignoring the heavy beating of your heat you put on an amused smile as you raised your brow, “To Christmas music?”

He let out a soft chuckle as he set his glass down. “It might be challenging, but I’m prepared to try if you are.”

Smiling, you set down your own glass. “I am.”

Taking his outstretched hand, he led you to the dance floor, where you turned to face one another. As a gentle Christmas melody began to play the two of you fell into a slow dance. The music was not as fast or as cheery as either of you expected, so your dance was not as awkward as you thought it might be.

After a few moments Elijah seemed to step in a little closer to you, and you felt your chest tighten at the sudden movement. You tried to steady your heart, knowing it was beating heavier than you’d like, and knowing that at any moment, if he tried, he could easily hear it. You saw a faint smile across his lips, and feared that he might notice. But your worries were replaced by amusement as he spoke.

“I don’t think Klaus is having a very cheery time.”

Elijah slowly spun the two of you around, so that you were now facing the other way. Your eyes scanned the crowd for a moment, before you saw Klaus, leaning against a pillar, drink in hand, and scowl on his face.

You let out an amused giggle. “Every Christmas party needs a Grinch.”

Elijah smirked at this comment. “I’m surprised he is not sulking away in his room or studio.”

"I thought Klaus enjoyed a party, why is he so upset?" You asked curiously as you continued to watch him.

"Rebekah took the liberty to invite nearly everyone in the area, including quite a few people he is not fond of, and would prefer were not in his home."

You let out a light "Ah" in realization.

After a few moments, your eyes glanced back at Klaus, just in time to see his face change from general annoyance to anger as he spotted someone within the crowd. Your face fell, as you quickly spoke to Elijah. “I think you need to go to him before this party becomes a disaster.”

Elijah, releasing you from the dance in alarm at your comment, turned to look at his brother, seeing him grabbing a man in the crowd. His face was laced with anger, and Elijah recognized the man to be someone very unwelcome in their presence.

Elijah turned back to you, to give you his excuse, but you nodded. “Go.”

Elijah let out a small sigh of disappointment before taking your hand, and bringing it up to his lips. He pressed a quick kiss to your knuckles before hurrying to his brother’s side, his own annoyance rising at the rude interruption to what was becoming a very nice evening for him.

You watched as Elijah dragged his brother away from the crowd, before ordering the man to be removed from the residence. You let out a sigh of anxious relief as the fight was stopped before it really began. The surrounding people muttered to themselves before they slowly began to dance again.

As the music changed to cheerier dance music, you left the dance floor and wandered around. Seeking out people you knew, you spent time chatting and conversing, all the while hoping you would see Elijah again before the night was out.

- - -

As you stood out on the balcony looking out on the city, you felt fatigue begin to take over. The room behind you had grown much quieter. The loud cheery music was fainter, and the sound of a bustling and happy crowd was replaced by a few small groups of people talking animatedly.

“I thought you had left already.”

You turned back to see Elijah standing in the doorway, with a small smile on his face. His bow tie was untied and lying undone around his neck, as his suit jacket was unbuttoned, revealing his suit vest underneath.

You smiled gently at him. “I promised Rebekah I would stay longer than usual, that was about an hour ago.”

He walked out onto the balcony and came to stand beside you, his eyes grazed over the city lights and he let out a drawn out breath.

“Klaus cause anymore trouble?”

He looked over at you and smiled faintly. “No more than usual.”

You shook your head lightly with a smile as you leaned against the railing of the balcony.

Elijah was silent for a moment, and then turned towards you. “I’m sorry our dance got cut off early, I did enjoy it while it lasted.” You looked over at him, and Elijah could see the slight surprise of his comment on your face. “If I remember correctly, that was the first time we danced together.”

You thought back for a moment before nodding your head. “You’re right, it was.”

“All the more reason to be sorry it ended early.” He said softly before turning away from you again and facing the view.

You were confused by what he was saying, but not appalled by it. You had an attraction to Elijah, for quite a while, but you never really thought he saw anything in you. But the way he was acting and speaking towards you, seemed to tell you something different, and you weren’t entirely sure what to do with it.

From below, you both heard a small group of people exit the house, saying their goodbyes to Rebekah and walking out into the darkness. Elijah looked at his watch before standing up straight.

You caught a glimpse of his watch, and seeing it was much later than you thought, you straightened up and let out a breath. "“I suppose I should head home before Rebekah tried to convince me to stay even longer.”

“A good idea I think.” Elijah commented, but his smile was faint.

You smiled a bit wider at him before you turned to leave. “Goodnight Elijah.”

Elijah turned to follow you with his eyes, as he looked you over once more. He was disappointed that he was unable to spend more than a few moments with you, as his plan had been to stay by your side for most of the night. His feelings for you had become much harder for him to hide, so he was determined to make them known. But Klaus’s temper seemed to take away that chance.

As you began to walk back into the house, his eyes briefly glimpsed something in the doorway he had not noticed before, that caused him to feel a sudden jolt of excitement.

“Y/n.”

You stopped and turned back to Elijah, something in his voice held urgent that startled you. Elijah quickly walked to you, and stopped right in front of you, staring you down. “What is it? What’s wrong?” You questioned.

You expected his voice to hold more urgency based on his sudden approach. But when he spoke next, his voice was soft, and calm. “One thing I have always enjoyed about Christmas, even after all these years, are the traditions.”

You blinked, unsure of what he meant. “Traditions?”

A small quirk of his lips, similar to a smirk caught your eye, before he slowly looked up, just above your head.

Slowly following his gaze, your eyes locked on a small bundle of mistletoe hanging from the doorway. The popular tradition passed through your mind and sent a jolt of anxiety through you, as you muttered out. “Oh.”

Just as you nervously looked back at Elijah, he brought his hands up, and cupping your face, kissed you. It was deep, and far more passionate than you would have expected. Just as you were beginning to lose yourself to the kiss, he stopped and pulled away.

As your eyes fluttered open, he was not more than an inch away as he looked into your eyes. You felt confusion, excitement, and surprise rocketing through you, and you were sure it was evident in your face, as he smiled softly at you, a hint of amusement on his face.

“I had so much planned for this evening that was unfortunately ruined well before it began. But I hope that makes up for it in part.”

“What do you mean?” You asked softly, your voice barely above a whisper, and full of confusion.

“I sought you out earlier, with every intention to spend the night by your side, and had every intention of telling you how I felt, how I have felt for the past few months. I thought that there was no point after we only spent a few moments together, but- “ He glanced up at the mistletoe, and smiled softly. “I couldn’t resist.”

You finally felt a smile spread across your face as you realized what was happening. The last thing you thought, but the thing you wanted most. “I- I had no idea.”

He cocked his head slightly, “Well I am much better at hiding it than you.”

You felt your skin grow hot at his comment, as the embarrassment was evident on your face. He let out a small chuckle. “I could always hear how your heart would quicken anytime we were together. Really it was the thing that made me realize how I felt for you in return. So don’t feel embarrassed by it, please.”

Letting out a soft chuckle, you pushed away the slight humiliation of your feelings being so obvious. He brought his hand up to your face away, and gently caressed your face with his thumb. “You really should be going now. I think I can hear Rebekah prowling around downstairs.”

You let out a chuckle. “Do you think I’d be able to get past her?”

Elijah, suddenly grabbing you by the waist, took you through the house and out the front door in the span of a second. You let out a startled gasp as you realized what happened, before chuckling again. “You will now.” He said with a smirk. “I hope you are coming to our Christmas dinner?” He asked suddenly, before you could part.

You gathered yourself, and nodded. “Rebekah invited me earlier. She'd have my head if I didn't agree.”

He smiled. "Though I do not condone the threatening, I will be glad to see you there." Taking your hand in his, he pressed another kiss to the back of it. Straightening up he met your eyes with an almost mischievous smile, “And maybe I will find you under the mistletoe again.”

You let out a tickled laugh, and shook your head with amusement as you stepped away from him, beginning to leave. “Maybe I won't make it so easy for you this time.”

He smiled at you. “I don’t mind a challenge.”

You giggled at his comment before giving him one more glance and smile before disappearing into the night. Elijah watched you disappear with his own tightened chest, and delighted mind, glad that the night turned out as well as he had hoped.

xx End xx

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[l-r-christian]

Title: The noble stag's daughter: First heartbreak

First one - Thunder Monster - First Crush - First family ball

Pairings: Elijah Mikaelson x Daughter!Reader, Mikaelsons x Niece!Reader

Warnings: Soft!Mikaelsons, Angst, Elijah threatening to kill people

Summary: Y/N has her first heartbreak, Elijah and her uncles plot to kill her so called boyfriend.

Hope sat drawing her uncles as both Finn and Elijah was reading some old books when they heard Elijah's 17 year old daughter came into the compound crying headed up to her bedroom. Right away Elijah and Finn stood up going up to Y/N's room with Hope rushed after her uncles worried about her older cousin.

"Is Y/N/N okay?" Hope asked looking up at Finn who smiled softly at his youngest niece. Y/N had grown into a beautiful young woman with bright eyes and long loose dark curls, while Y/N inherited Elijah's calm demeanor she got Klaus's and Rebekah's temper. She even got Kol's mischief and picked up Finn's joy of books.

"I'm sure she is, little one." Finn says as they reached the young witch's door, their hearts breaking hearing her sobs. Hope ran in first seeing Y/N under her blanket dressed in one of Elijah's collage sweaters and right away the 12 year old cuddle up to her cousin. Both Originals stepped inside frowning hearing Y/N's sniffles seeing Hope cuddling the witch.

"What is wrong babygirl?" Elijah asked softly as Finn sat on the bed behind Y/N rubbing her back while Hope hugged her tightly.

"Ben....cheated on me.......and said he....never loved me and tried to pass me off to his friends." Y/N answered Elijah as Hope and Finn frowned comfort her as the older Mikaelsons shared a look.

Ben was a vampire that Y/N was dating having met though Marcel and began dating which Elijah and his brothers threaten Ben to not hurt the young witch. But Y/N found Ben in bed with her best friend and like true Mikaelson fashion she was pissed letting out a flare of magic. The New Orleans covens felt it as Ben told her he was only using her to her family with a group of his friends and never really loved her.

"Oh little witch." Finn cooed softly pulling Y/N into his lap rubbing her back and Hope joined in the hug. Elijah stood as Finn noticed the dark look in Elijah's eyes, Finn knew someone was going to die and that someone was Ben and his friends.

"Elijah everything alright?" Freya asked when Elijah came down stairs as the rest of the family was coming back from calming the covens saying they'll take care of the magic. They noticed something wasn't right with how Elijah looked angry and Y/N was no where to be found along with Finn and Hope.

"I need a locater spell. Ben seems to believe he can do whatever he pleases with his little friends." Elijah answered Freya getting a growl from Klaus and Rebekah went up to Y/N's bedroom.

"Now guys calm down. I'm sure there is a reasonable explanation to all this." Marcel said trying to calm three every angry Originals and one female hybrid but Marcel quickly stepped back back when Elijah gave him a dark glare.

"Marcellus, you swore to me that the little lech would not harm my daughter. Now I know you are not protecting him, are you?"

"No I am not. But Y/N is a teenage girl so maybe is she being dramatic?" Marcel said flinching when Elijah growled lowly move to Marcel but Klaus luckly got in front of Elijah.

"How about we find Ben and his friends to have them explain." Klaus said as Elijah stepped back and followed Freya and Davina. Y/N had fell asleep with Hope on Finn not that he minded that his nieces were asleep on him as Rebekah walked in frowning at how swollen Y/N's cheeks were from crying.

"How is she?"

"Hurt, but she is finally asleep. Her magic is a bit diluted though. Affected with how she is feeling." Finn says softly rubbing Y/N's back as Rebekah frowned walking over taking her heels off sitting next to Finn.

"Ben will pay."

It was 12am as Y/N woke in bed seeing Hope, Finn and Rebekah asleep cuddling her but one person she wanted at the moment was her father. So she used a bit of her magic to find Elijah and she got out of her bed carefully and went to Elijah's study seeing him reading over a piece of paper.

"Daddy." Y/N squeaked out making Elijah look up smiling softly at her opening his arms to her grunting when she rushed to him throwing herself into his arms. Elijah held her close feeling her burying her face in his neck.

"Shhhh babygirl, I've got you." Elijah whispered softly running his fingers though her hair relaxing her.

"I loved him daddy. Why does it hurt?" Y/N whimpered as Elijah sighed leaning back against his chair. Y/N was much like Elijah when it comes to love, always truly loving someone when she let's them in.

"That's how you know you are human babygirl. To you it was real and with time you'll heal and your real prince will come."

Ben had had woke up with his friends in a room seeing an angry Elijah was horrified to watch his bee taken by the other Mikaelsons. Ben jumped feeling Elijah placing his hand on his shoulder.

"You had told me that you weren't going to harm Y/N." Elijah said lowly his tone dangerous as Ben shivered feeling like a small rabbit in front of a lion.

"Mr. Mikaelson, whatever Y/N t......."

"I don't want to hear your excuses. You had hurt my daughter in ways I wished to protect her from." Elijah said as Ben felt fear crawl up his back as the Mikaelsons where feared for a reason. Elijah removed his suit jacket and rolled up his sleeves.

"You had tried passing my daughter like a piece of meat. Now I shall teach you a lesson."

Y/N was showing Hope some spells when Elijah walked in with a clean botton up he smiled seeing his two favorite girls. Hope lit up feeling Elijah kiss her head then he moved kissing Y/N's head.

"Read to us, uncle 'Lijah?"

"Of course. Pick a book Hope." Elijah says sitting on the couch smiling when Y/N cuddle up to her father. Hope moved to the other side of Elijah as he opened the book and began to read. Y/N smiled relaxing against her father letting his calm tone wash over her feeling better knowing that her family was there for her as everyone came in sitting listening to Elijah calmly read.